Luyện nghe bài hát I Gotta Lotta

(Method Man sample)
I gotta lotta, I gotta

1 -

I gotta chip on my shoulder that Bill ain't make.
Gotta up in Harlem
Gotta weight rate
Gotta enchilada
hot tre 8
Heavy rocks in my rings that a can't shake
Or she can
You a let's fuck
Keep a freak for a
a stunt for a month
Gotta brand hot damn and a rapper flow
Gotta factual international after glow
for ya fools trying to fix some ish
Got talent more gifted a Christmas list
Got dibs on many things, so I east west
Gotta list who's so I stress why guess
lotta hot material real on the set
Got ass in first class some head on the jet
Got an album, we wildin', so we ride don't
Got kids, a gang of I call a Tribe Called Treach

I got Henney, I got
I got dinner, I got

Sonny
I got in the hood with cases
Cone head hoodies and rocks grew faces

I got this side, I got that
I gotta a big bag baby full of bitch act right

Sonny
I got wolves on deck all they hood
Bangin' out and they ain't neva been about they

2 -

I gotta way of niggaz, so these assholes hide
Gotta sun to shade so my brass shows pride
Got Jimmy more for demmy that'll smash bride
Half-truths lodge your ass or lose a whole half side
Gotta...shit on these fools, so I crap for a
Make you O'neil (kneel) for stack my shack (Shaq) with the shotties
Got vultures freaks for me, they can the knobby
You ain't fuckin' get the truck and and greet in the lobby
Got classics, whole lotta doe from the yo
A hot gun on the run, need basement to crash hoe
Recession, still rappin' but I'm jackin' for cash
Wanna waste time then go outside and watch some grass
Got for your fears, but I ain't Britney
Gotta name in game cause my aim game's pretty
Gotta squad, word to God cause rough in the city
Smooth as silk, I got milk if you a couple of titties.

I got Henney, I got
I got dinner, I got

Sonny
I got in the hood with cases
Cone hoodies and they rocks grew faces

I got this side, I got side
I gotta a big bag baby of bitch better act right

Black
I got wolves on deck all they hood
Bangin' out and they ain't neva been about hood

3 -

I gotta ditch the bitch call the hail
Stitch the snitch tell her to sails or on the tattle tale
your tail when the battle fails
Keep a bitch with a tail
There's beef when the yells
I'm the shit like into John
Spit venom, my and my denim are gremlin
Gotta full of fugitives
Gotta shoot my way a felony know what the future is
the moral of the story horror for ya
Like Kalashnikov southside of Bora
Wanna da border
gracious gorgeous
Many auto
your timbs and torso
Gotta bitch with the Porsche
Got it twisted and braided, if not keep the horse fro
fuss, take your bitch back
Imma show if you walk over you gonna limp back.

I got Henney, I got
I got dinner, I got

Black
I got goons in the with cases
Cone head hoodies and they grew faces

I got this side, I got that
I gotta a big bag baby of bitch better act right

Black
I got wolves on deck all about hood
Bangin' out and they ain't neva been about hood