Luyện nghe bài hát I Gotta Lotta

(Method Man sample)
I gotta lotta, I gotta

1 -

I gotta chip on my that Bill Gates ain't make.
connect up in Harlem
Gotta weight rate
hotta enchilada
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 stunt for a
brand hot damn and a great rapper flow
Gotta actual factual after glow
Tools for ya fools to fix some ish
Got talent more than a Christmas list
Got dibs on things, so I ride east west
Gotta list who's best so I stress why
lotta hot material real on the set
Got ass in first class bust some on the jet
Got an album, we wildin', so we don't rest
Got kids, a gang of niggaz I call a Called Treach

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

Sonny
I got goons in the hood cases
Cone head hoodies and they grew faces

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

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

2 -

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

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

Sonny
I got goons in the hood cases
Cone head hoodies and they rocks faces

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

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

3 -

I ditch the bitch call the gravel hail
Stitch the snitch tell her to sails or wail on the tattle
Tuck your tail when the battle
Keep a with a fatter tail
There's beef when the yells
I'm the shit like John Lennon
venom, my women and my denim are gremlin
Gotta family of fugitives
Gotta shoot my way from a felony what the future is
That's the of the story horror for ya
Like Kalashnikov southside of Bora
score da border
Gotta gracious
Many auto
Sweep your and torso
bitch with the Porsche though
Got it twisted and braided, if not keep the horse fro
Don't fuss, take your bitch
Imma if you walk over tough you gonna limp back.

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

Black
I got goons in the hood with
Cone head hoodies and they rocks faces

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

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