Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got It

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

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, Johnny (who got it, huh, who got it?)

Yeah, what, it's a thing y'all, get familiar

[Inspectah
Truth scholar, you up the few dollars
I work it overtime, whether or blue collar
I prove my honor, 'cause I 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 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 block opera, top sponsor
For papa, she shake her tata's like
Got you locked in the of the rocket launcher

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

[Chorus: sampled (Inspectah Deck)]
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 writes the (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 pipe dreams like & Chong
Got dough, cop and go, all breeze along
Be strong, the last four weeks long
Get eat on, she'll 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, be warned

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

If I breathe on the mic, it's left and torn
Til he gone, you'll be like 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 Dirty and
Play dirty and rough, remain for bucks
Seein' dollar signs like today's the of the month
Dunn, it hurts when I touch, flames burst off the verses I
Some scuff, but ain't worthy enough

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

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

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