Luyện nghe bài hát I Shot Ya

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

I ya!
I'm brothers open like a doctor
Ya fell asleep, the teeth got'cha
I drop ya down in boilin'
Ya melt like plastic, elastic, is
Violations, vibrations, son
Cock the let the Uncle give 'em one
Done take a flick of a lunatic
puttin' on your clique, got'cha wife in turnin' tricks
You don't want to, I thought that you was bawlin'
Now watch I cock ya love, ya girlies fallin'
Uh, what's my function? injection
Blazin' niggas, hittin' 'em raw with no
I advantage
Ya me, I'm doin' damage
Ya me
The scenario 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 to hit, give me a hour (uh)
a pen and a pad (uh, check it, check it, check it!)
I ya!

I ya! (uh)
I got ya to the stagin'
Trapped in a cagin, toe kissin' a
Ya locked down underneath the surface
Ya nervous for talkin' shit with no purpose
up, mind charmer, mad drama
What goes around comes around, not farmers
Silence, sh, deadly
Come and battle, let me add you to my
power, takin' everything I can grasp
Go get it now, why you always on the past?
boys reminiscin' old school shit
Young fools get dicked, LL the shit
With a fist, the relentless abyss
I take you to a land where piranhas like to
Massacre, mmuh, blowin' up the bus passengers
Chuckin' the color cartoon character
Ya get
Real recognize what my theory is
I ya!

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

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

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