Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got It

"He who write the songs.." - repeated throughout the

Inspectah Deck]
(who got it, huh, who got it?)
in the building, U.D.'s (who got it, huh, who got it?)
Streetlife, Size/7, what, Blaze (who got it, huh, who got it?)

Yeah, what, it's a Shaolin thing y'all, get

Deck]
Truth scholar, you up the few dollars
I it overtime, whether white or blue collar
I prove my honor, 'cause I been the drama
Wu-Chronicles, and I the saga

Chart topper, tough as body armor
When I speak, I hold the like a Dhali Llama
The flow is aqua, pa, you swimmin' wit the known
The soul father, get to know my whole
Like Shaquana, Guyana, stay lace in cabana

Fiend for the block opera, top sponsor
For papa, she her tata's like maracas
Got you locked in the scope of the rocket

Stop offers, cop mine, I drop it monster
Let the rhyme inside your like chocolate ganja, it's the worst

sampled singer (Inspectah Deck)]
He, who writes the songs, he, who the songs (who got it, huh, who got it?)
He, who the songs, he, who writes the songs (who got it, huh, who got it?)
He, who the songs, he, who writes the songs (who got it, huh, who got it?)
He, who writes the songs, he, who the songs, he..

Deck]

I supply the fire, let headsets be the bomb
One song, you pipe dreams like Cheech & Chong
Got dough, cop and go, all else along
Be strong, the high last four weeks
Get eat on, she'll hold you til the fever is gone
Got you cold sweatin', and up creepin' til
Wide eyed, off the side, no on morn'
O.D.'ing, just the effects, so, please be warned

Son, I raise your blood pressure tight jeans and thongs
Guaranteed throwin' the bomb to Keyshawn
Put your on, I spice it up like Dijon
We be, ease to calm, to the streets we
Don't be alarmed, 'cause the heat is on
So hot, to me, you need tweezers and tongs

If I on the mic, it's left weakened and torn
Til he gone, you'll be leanin' like sneakers are worn, off the worst

[Inspectah
I got the works, like a deluxe, you heard it was us
Got You All in Check like and Bust'
dirty and rough, remain thirsty for bucks
Seein' dollar signs like today's the first of the
Dunn, it hurts when I touch, flames burst off the I bust
Some wanna scuff, but ain't enough

What? I burn you up rookie, just your jersey up
I'm on the east side, workin' at a Mercury
Seen me up the uncut, that certainly crush
Murderous, first to bust, expert in the
That's my up, loose links, lurk in the cut
On the re-up, be to catch a third degree rush
Here's your up, I keep the cut, verbally plush
a burnin' Dutch, heat tucked and burgundy chucks

Won't you it up, them wit the girlies, they lust
It's the dopeman, my jams run your and up, it's the worst

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