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 y'all, get familiar

[Inspectah
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 as body armor
When I speak, I hold the like a Dhali Llama
The is aqua, pa, you swimmin' wit the known piranha
The soul father, get to know my persona
Like Shaquana, from Guyana, stay lace in

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

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

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

[Inspectah

I the fire, let your headsets be the bomb
One song, give you pipe like Cheech & Chong
Got dough, cop and go, all breeze along
Be strong, the high four weeks long
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 sleepin' on
O.D.'ing, just the effects, so, please be warned

Son, I raise 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 indeed the 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, 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 and Bust'
Play dirty and rough, remain thirsty for
Seein' dollar signs today's the first of the month
Dunn, it when I touch, flames burst off the verses I bust
Some scuff, but ain't worthy enough

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

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

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