Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Have It

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

I gotta it, shot out to my b-boy Beans
And my S.P.chain gang, doin' the damn
I gotta have it, don't 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' my name, P. Crakk Cocaine
Relapse, I stay zapped, my urine clean
No one to blame but Peedi and a I mean

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

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

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

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

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

Chain gang, lickey the ban
Quickly it r-r-ring
Sickey Rickey get his bang
on the gang

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 in pain
No play no games, 'fore blow your
Bo range me after the show, you
Of course I gotta my

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

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

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

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

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

Ballin' in the bubble, a bubble, always actin' up
When trouble feel the barrel of a double platinum thug
Clappin', ready for some action, and I'm going to the crib
I rep for the Roc and the Property clique
Homey, you can't do

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

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

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

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

gang, gang bang
P, P, P, P Cocaine
B, B Mack is
Chad, Chad what's on
Now go