Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got It

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

[Intro: Inspectah
(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

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

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

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

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

[Chorus: singer (Inspectah Deck)]
He, who writes the songs, he, who writes the (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 pipe like Cheech & Chong
Got dough, cop and go, all else along
Be strong, the high last four long
Get your eat on, she'll hold you til the fever is
Got you cold sweatin', and up til dawn
eyed, off the side, no sleepin' on morn'
O.D.'ing, just the side effects, so, be warned

Son, I raise your 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 we belong
Don't be alarmed, indeed 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, be leanin' 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 like Dirty and Bust'
Play dirty and rough, remain for bucks
Seein' dollar like today's the first of the month
Dunn, it hurts I touch, flames burst off the verses I bust
Some wanna scuff, but worthy enough

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

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

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