Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got It

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

[Intro: 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, a Shaolin thing y'all, get familiar

Deck]
Truth scholar, you up the few dollars
I it overtime, whether white or blue collar
I prove my honor, 'cause I through the drama
Wu-Chronicles, and I the saga

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

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

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

sampled singer (Inspectah Deck)]
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 writes the songs, he, who 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 dreams like Cheech & Chong
Got dough, cop and go, all else breeze
Be strong, the high four weeks long
Get your eat on, she'll hold you til the fever is
Got you cold sweatin', and up creepin' til
Wide eyed, off the side, no on morn'
O.D.'ing, the side effects, so, please be warned

Son, I raise blood pressure like tight jeans and thongs
Guaranteed like throwin' the to Keyshawn
Put peeps on, I spice it up like Dijon
We be, ease to calm, to the we belong
be alarmed, 'cause 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 Check like Dirty and
Play dirty and rough, remain for bucks
Seein' signs like today's the first of the month
Dunn, it hurts when I touch, burst off the verses I bust
Some wanna scuff, but worthy enough

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

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

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