Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got It

"He who write the songs.." - repeated 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
scholar, you holla up the few dollars
I it overtime, whether white or blue collar
I prove my honor, I been through the drama
Wu-Chronicles, and I continue the

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

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

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

[Chorus: sampled (Inspectah Deck)]
He, who writes the songs, he, who 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 writes the songs, he, who the songs, he..

Deck]

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

Son, I raise your blood pressure like tight jeans and
Guaranteed like throwin' the bomb to
Put your on, I spice it up like Dijon
We be, to calm, to the streets we belong
Don't be alarmed, indeed the heat is on
So hot, to touch me, you need 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, a Burger deluxe, you heard it was us
Got You All in like Dirty and Bust'
Play dirty and rough, thirsty for bucks
Seein' dollar signs today's the first of the month
Dunn, it hurts I touch, flames burst off the verses I bust
Some wanna scuff, but ain't enough

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