Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got It

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

[Intro: 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

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

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

Fiend for the block opera, your top
For papa, she shake her tata's 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 writes the (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, he..

[Inspectah

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

Son, I raise your blood like tight jeans and thongs
Guaranteed like throwin' the to Keyshawn
Put your peeps on, I spice it up Dijon
We be, ease to calm, to the we belong
Don't be alarmed, 'cause indeed the 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 your 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'
Play dirty and rough, thirsty for bucks
Seein' signs like today's the first of the month
Dunn, it hurts when I touch, flames burst off the I bust
Some scuff, but ain't worthy enough

What? I burn you up rookie, just your jersey up
I'm on the east side, at a Mercury truck
Seen me servin' up the uncut, that crush
Murderous, to bust, expert in the clutch
That's my word up, loose links, in the cut
On the re-up, be sure to catch a third degree
your beat up, I keep the cut, verbally plush
Keep a burnin' Dutch, heat tucked and chucks

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

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