Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got It

"He who the songs.." - repeated throughout 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, it's a Shaolin thing y'all, get

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

topper, rhyme tough as body armor
When I speak, I the globe like a Dhali Llama
The flow is aqua, pa, you wit the known piranha
The soul father, get to know my whole
Shaquana, from Guyana, stay lace in cabana

Fiend for the block opera, top sponsor
For papa, she shake her like maracas
Got you locked in the scope of the launcher

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

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

[Inspectah

I supply the fire, let headsets be the bomb
One song, give you pipe like 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 creepin' til
eyed, off the side, no sleepin' on morn'
O.D.'ing, just the side effects, so, please be

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

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

[Inspectah
I got the works, like a Burger deluxe, you it was us
Got You All in Check Dirty and Bust'
dirty and rough, remain thirsty for bucks
Seein' signs like today's the first of the month
Dunn, it hurts when I touch, burst off the verses I bust
Some wanna scuff, but worthy enough

What? I burn you up rookie, hang your jersey up
I'm on the east side, at a Mercury truck
Seen me servin' up the uncut, that 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 beat up, I the cut, verbally plush
a burnin' Dutch, heat tucked and burgundy chucks

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

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