Luyện nghe bài hát I Gotta Lotta

(Method Man sample)
I gotta lotta, I gotta

1 -

I chip on my shoulder that Bill Gates ain't make.
Gotta connect up in
great weight rate
Gotta enchilada
hot tre 8
Heavy in my rings that a quake can't shake
Or she can
You a freak fuck
Keep a for a week
a stunt for a month
Gotta brand hot damn and a great flow
Gotta factual international after glow
Tools for ya fools trying to fix ish
Got talent more gifted than a Christmas
Got dibs on many things, so I ride west
Gotta who's best so I stress why guess
lotta hot material real on the set
Got ass in first class bust head on the jet
Got an album, we wildin', so we ride rest
Got kids, a gang of niggaz I a Tribe Called Treach

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

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

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

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

2 -

I gotta way of niggaz, so these assholes hide
Gotta brigade sun to so my brass shows pride
Got Jimmy more for demmy that'll your bride
Half-truths will lodge ass or lose a whole half side
Gotta...shit on these fools, so I crap for a
Make you O'neil (kneel) for stack my shack (Shaq) with the shotties
Got vultures freaks for me, they can slobby the
You ain't fuckin' get the truck and and greet in the lobby
Got classics, whole doe from the past yo
A hot gun on the run, need your basement to hoe
Recession, still rappin' but I'm for cash flow
Wanna waste time then go outside and some grass grow
Got spears for your fears, but I Britney
Gotta in this game cause my aim game's pretty
squad, word 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

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

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

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

3 -

I gotta ditch the call the gravel hail
Stitch the snitch tell her to sails or wail on the tattle
your tail when the battle fails
Keep a bitch a fatter tail
beef when the cattle yells
I'm the shit like into Lennon
Spit venom, my and my denim are gremlin
Gotta family of fugitives
Gotta shoot my way a felony know what the future is
That's the moral of the story for ya
Like southside of Tora Bora
Wanna score da
gracious gorgeous
Many auto
Sweep your timbs and
Gotta bitch with the though
Got it twisted and braided, if not then the horse fro
Don't fuss, take bitch back
Imma show if you walk over you gonna limp back.

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

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

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

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