Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Have It

P, P.Crakk
B, B.Mack is
Chad, Chad what's on

I gotta it, shot out to my b-boy Beans
And my S.P.chain gang, doin' the damn
I gotta have it, forget my boogie with beam
That me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?

Chain gang, gang bang, let my middle hang
Ain't nothin' changed my name, P. Cocaine
Relapse, I stay zapped, my ain't clean
No one to but Peedi and a nigga I mean

Ten stacks, Crakk come to the club and do the
You ain't got that, I'm in the crib fixin' my
back, that's the method-zine
About to get four stressed
So I can whip on the whole sixteenth

I have it, shot out to my b-boy Beans
And my S.P. chain gang, doing the damn
I have it, don't forget my boogie with beam
That keep me in good health and kill ya,

B. Mack, seat back, S.P.
You see me Crakk, we strapped
What's the reason for
I need that, Philly boy clap
Hit you niggas in your back, send the rest in hat

strapped with the Mack, with the 32 tall stack
The aim all that, I flame you get all that
B-Boy Mack fuck cracks since tall cats
Its the Chain Gang, Bang I suggest yall fall back

I have it, shot out to my boy B. Sige
And the S.P.chain gang for doin' the thing
I gotta have it, don't the r-r-ring r-r-ring
That keep me in health and kill ya, ya'mean?

Chain gang, lickey the ban
Quickly spit it
Rickey get his ziggy bang
Snitchin' on the

Don't you get that Uncle Midi
Get him for his
Simply give him a chitty bang, sit him in a
No name, no blame, 10 no aim

Hi-lo, rhino, put your body in
No no games, 'fore blow your brain
Bo range me after the show, you
Of course I have my

I gotta have it, shot out to my Beans
And my S.P. chain gang, the damn thing
I gotta have it, don't forget my boogie beam
That keep me in good health and ya, ya'mean?

Prop click and pop hit you niggas with the glock
Catch a nigga in the kitchen cookin' in the pot
it then might crack you, hit him with the glock
When you hear that, then you know come the cops

Hold up, wait, stop, the cops
Got the baby Uzi whop, turn your to a drop
Get off the block 'fore SWAT the spot
We be locked in a box, hots and a cot

I can't have it, shot out to my boy B.
And the S.P.chain gang for the damn thing
I gotta have it, don't the r-r-ring r-r-ring
keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?

The mayor of Shot, ain't England ain't no kings and queens
Feelin' heard us want to jerk and bust, we Merciless like Ming
Twista and Beanie greedy like Peedi make the gun go
When you look at the thing, me the bling
Hand me the and the ring

in the bubble, blow a bubble, always actin' up
When trouble feel the double barrel of a double thug
Clappin', ready for some action, and I'm to empty the crib
I rep for the Roc and the Property clique
Homey, you do shit

Throw a finger up, give me love, Remi in the
they see these thug, in a circle, snip the 50's up
Range Rove, 24 inch, out bulbs
Blows fast, but hit your ho slow with the pole

Creepin' on niggas tryin' to test me in the drop top
Pull up and let the go bop, bop-bop
Treat you, in the wind, to my borough, on my back
And do the to any nigga thats tryin' take what I got
I have it

It's gettin', gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic
It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of
gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic
It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' of hectic

Se pone, Se pone, Se pone muy
Se pone, Se pone, Se muy dificil
Se pone, Se pone, Se muy dificil
Se pone, Se pone, Se pone muy

Chain gang, gang
P, P, P, P Cocaine
B, B is back
Chad, Chad on track?
Now go