Luyện nghe bài hát I Gotta Lotta

(Method Man sample)
I gotta lotta, I gotta

1 -

I gotta chip on my shoulder that Bill ain't make.
Gotta connect up in
great weight rate
Gotta hotta
hot tre 8
Heavy rocks in my rings that a can't shake
Or she can
You a freak let's
a freak for a week
Fuck a for a month
Gotta hot damn and a great rapper flow
Gotta actual factual international glow
Tools for ya trying to fix some ish
Got talent gifted than a Christmas list
Got dibs on many things, so I ride west
Gotta list who's so I stress why guess
lotta hot material real on the set
Got ass in first class some head on the jet
Got an album, we wildin', so we ride rest
Got kids, a gang of niggaz I call a Tribe Called

I got Henney, I got
I got dinner, I got

Black
I got goons in the hood cases
head hoodies and they rocks grew faces

I got side, I got that side
I a big bag baby full of bitch better act right

Sonny
I got wolves on all about they hood
Bangin' out and ain't neva been about they hood

2 -

I gotta way of findin' niggaz, so assholes hide
Gotta brigade sun to shade so my brass shows
Got Jimmy more for that'll smash your bride
Half-truths will lodge ass or lose a whole half side
Gotta...shit on these fools, so I for a hobby
Make you O'neil (kneel) for real stack my shack (Shaq) the shotties
Got vultures freaks for me, can slobby the knobby
You ain't fuckin' get the truck and meet and greet in the
Got classics, lotta doe from the past yo
A hot gun on the run, your basement to crash hoe
Recession, rappin' but I'm jackin' for cash flow
Wanna waste time then go outside and some grass grow
Got spears for fears, but I ain't Britney
name in this game cause my aim game's pretty
Gotta squad, word to God it's rough in the city
as silk, I got milk if you a gotta couple of titties.

I got Henney, I got
I got dinner, I got

Sonny
I got goons in the with cases
Cone head hoodies and rocks grew faces

I got side, I got that side
I gotta a big bag baby of bitch better act right

Sonny
I got wolves on deck all they hood
Bangin' out and they ain't neva about they hood

3 -

I gotta ditch the bitch call the hail
Stitch the snitch tell her to or wail on the tattle tale
Tuck your tail the battle fails
Keep a bitch with a tail
There's beef when the cattle
I'm the shit into John Lennon
Spit venom, my and my denim are gremlin
Gotta full of fugitives
Gotta shoot my way from a felony know what the is
That's the moral of the horror for ya
Like Kalashnikov of Tora Bora
Wanna score da
Gotta gracious
Many semi
Sweep timbs and torso
Gotta with the Porsche though
Got it twisted and braided, if not then the horse fro
Don't fuss, take your bitch
Imma show if you walk over tough you gonna back.

I got Henney, I got
I got dinner, I got

Black
I got goons in the with cases
Cone head hoodies and rocks grew faces

I got this side, I got side
I gotta a big bag baby full of better act right

Black
I got on deck all about they hood
out and they ain't neva been about they hood