Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got It

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

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, a Shaolin thing y'all, get familiar

[Inspectah
scholar, you holla up the few dollars
I it overtime, whether white or blue collar
I prove my honor, 'cause I through the drama
Wu-Chronicles, and I continue the

Chart topper, rhyme tough as armor
When I speak, I hold the globe like a Dhali
The flow is aqua, pa, you swimmin' wit the piranha
The father, get to know my whole persona
Like Shaquana, from Guyana, stay in cabana

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

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

[Chorus: 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 your be the bomb
One song, give you pipe dreams Cheech & Chong
Got dough, cop and go, all breeze along
Be strong, the last four weeks long
Get your eat on, hold you til the fever is gone
Got you cold sweatin', and up til dawn
Wide eyed, off the side, no sleepin' on
O.D.'ing, just the side effects, so, be warned

Son, I your blood pressure like tight jeans and thongs
Guaranteed like the bomb to Keyshawn
Put peeps 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 touch me, you need and tongs

If I on the mic, it's left weakened and torn
Til he gone, be leanin' like your 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 Dirty and
Play and rough, remain thirsty for bucks
Seein' dollar signs like the first of the month
Dunn, it hurts when I touch, flames burst off the I bust
Some wanna scuff, but worthy enough

What? I burn you up rookie, hang your jersey up
I'm on the east side, workin' at a truck
Seen me servin' up the uncut, certainly crush
Murderous, to bust, expert in the clutch
my word up, loose links, lurk in the cut
On the re-up, be sure to a third degree rush
Here's your up, I keep the cut, verbally plush
Keep a burnin' Dutch, tucked and burgundy chucks

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

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