Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got It

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

[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, it's a Shaolin y'all, get familiar

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

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

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

Stop your offers, cop mine, I it monster
Let the inside your mind 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 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 writes the songs, he, who the songs, he..

[Inspectah

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

Son, I raise your pressure like tight jeans and thongs
Guaranteed throwin' the bomb to Keyshawn
Put peeps on, I spice it up like Dijon
We be, ease to calm, to the streets we
be alarmed, 'cause indeed the heat is on
So hot, to touch me, you need tweezers and

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

[Inspectah
I got the works, a Burger 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, burst off the verses 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, workin' at a truck
Seen me up the uncut, that certainly 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 a third degree rush
your beat up, I keep the cut, verbally plush
Keep a burnin' Dutch, heat and burgundy chucks

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

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