Luyện nghe bài hát I Shot Ya

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

I ya!
I'm splittin' brothers open a doctor
Ya fell asleep, the teeth got'cha
I drop ya in boilin' acid
Ya melt like plastic, elastic, is
Violations, vibrations, son
the hammer let the Uncle give 'em one
Done a flick of a wicked lunatic
puttin' hits on your clique, got'cha in turnin' tricks
You don't want to, I thought that you was bawlin'
Now watch 'cause I cock ya love, ya girlies
Uh, what's my Lyrical injection
Blazin' niggas, 'em raw with no protection
I advantage
Ya fear me, I'm doin'
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 strap to the
Trapped in a cagin, toe kissin' a
Ya locked down underneath the surface
Ya gettin' for talkin' shit with no purpose
up, mind charmer, mad drama
What around comes around, not around farmers
Silence, sh, deadly
and battle, let me add you to my medley
Possessin' power, everything I can grasp
Go get it now, why you always on the past?
Baby boys old school shit
Young fools get dicked, LL the shit
With a platinum fist, the abyss
I take you to a land piranhas like to kiss
Massacre, mmuh, blowin' up the tour bus
Chuckin' the outta cartoon character
Ya get
Real niggas what my theory is
I ya!

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

Uh-uh-uh-oh, lookin' kinda
Ya clique thought I fell off, they want to hear me
Oh really, now me how long have you been whinin'
Sixteen years, million albums, yeah you're climbin'
I love your joint The Bells', it was mad hot
Ya record 'bout the Radio was up my spot
My girl was on your chip when you flipped 'I Love'
Your backseat set was mad butter, son
I loved boomin' system it was wicked as could be
You bad, now I'm writin' on pink cookies
And you had me screamin' 'Mama Said Knock Ya
Ya jinglin', baby, no
Uh, to me (what, what, uh, uh) become a zombie, walk to me
a MC alive who fought with me
Why'nah Man, rock it
Easy it
I gotta pluck it like
I ya!

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