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, Johnny (who got it, huh, who got it?)

Yeah, what, it's a thing y'all, get familiar

[Inspectah
Truth scholar, you up the few dollars
I work it overtime, whether or blue collar
I prove my honor, I been through the drama
Wu-Chronicles, and I the saga

Chart topper, rhyme tough as body
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 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 in the scope of the rocket launcher

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

sampled singer (Inspectah Deck)]
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 (who got it, huh, who got it?)
He, who writes the songs, he, who the songs, he..

[Inspectah

I supply the fire, let your headsets be the
One song, give you pipe dreams Cheech & Chong
Got dough, cop and go, all else along
Be strong, the high four weeks long
Get your eat on, she'll hold you til the is gone
Got you cold sweatin', and up creepin' til
eyed, off the side, no sleepin' on morn'
O.D.'ing, just the side effects, so, please be

Son, I raise your blood like tight jeans and thongs
like throwin' the bomb to Keyshawn
Put your peeps on, I it up like Dijon
We be, ease to calm, to the streets we
be alarmed, 'cause indeed the heat is on
So hot, to touch me, you tweezers and tongs

If I breathe on the mic, it's left and torn
Til he gone, you'll be leanin' like your sneakers are worn, off the

[Inspectah
I got the works, a Burger deluxe, you heard it was us
Got You All in Check Dirty and Bust'
dirty and rough, remain thirsty for bucks
Seein' dollar signs today's the first of the month
Dunn, it hurts I touch, flames burst off the verses I bust
Some wanna scuff, but ain't enough

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

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

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