Luyện nghe bài hát I Shot Ya

Blaze one, word up!
I'ma blaze one
No doubt! uh, check it, check it, it!
uh, uh, check it, check it, it!
I'm Uncle L, it, check it, check it!
The Trackmasters, it, check it, check it!
Now everybody now, it, check it, check it!
All my now, check it, check it, check it!
Yeah, we to serve this one off nice, why'nah mean?
Word up, it!

I ya!
I'm splittin' brothers open like a
Ya fell asleep, the teeth got'cha
I drop ya in boilin' acid
Ya melt like plastic, elastic, is
Violations, vibrations, son
Cock the let the Uncle give 'em one
take a flick of a wicked lunatic
puttin' hits on your clique, wife in turnin' tricks
What? You don't to, I thought that you was bawlin'
Now watch 'cause I ya love, ya girlies fallin'
Uh, my function? Lyrical injection
niggas, hittin' 'em raw with no protection
I take
Ya me, I'm doin' damage
Ya me
The whole is dreary
MC's is wet up in the game
I meet you up in Memphis, just my name
I ya!

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Ya to (uh)
Ya to (uh)
Ya want to hit, give me a (uh)
Plus a pen and a pad (uh, check it, check it, it!)
I ya!

I ya! (uh)
I got ya strap to the
Trapped in a cagin, toe a Cajun
Ya mob's down underneath the surface
Ya gettin' nervous for shit with no purpose
up, mind charmer, mad drama
What goes around around, not around farmers
Silence, sh, deadly
Come and battle, let me add you to my
Possessin' power, takin' everything I can
Go get it now, why you always on the past?
Baby boys reminiscin' old shit
fools get dicked, LL rules the shit
With a fist, the relentless abyss
I take you to a land piranhas like to kiss
Massacre, mmuh, blowin' up the bus passengers
Chuckin' the color outta character
Ya get
Real niggas recognize my theory is
I ya!

I ya!
Word up, I'ma this shit crazy, why'nah mean?
Word up, we're gonna the spot up, kid
No about it
Yeah, yeah, I ain't through, I through, I ain't through

Uh-uh-uh-oh, lookin' leery
Ya clique thought I off, they didn't want to hear me
Oh really, now tell me how long have you whinin'
Sixteen years, twenty albums, yeah you're climbin'
I love joint 'Rock The Bells', it was mad hot
Ya record 'bout the Radio was up my spot
My girl was on your when you flipped 'I Need Love'
Your backseat set was mad butter, son
I loved your boomin' it was wicked as could be
You bad, now I'm on your pink cookies
And you had me screamin' 'Mama Knock Ya Out'
Ya jinglin', baby, no
Uh, to me (what, what, uh, uh) become a zombie, walk to me
Ain't a MC alive who with me
Why'nah Man, rock it
does it
I gotta pluck it buzzards
I ya!

x3]

What, what, what, what,
Uh,
mean? This is how we gettin' down for crizzown
No diggity, I'm sayin'
Trackmasters me, why'know I'm sayin'
And I care of mines, why'know I mean'
it son!
Peace!