Luyện nghe bài hát I Shot Ya

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

I ya!
I'm splittin' brothers open like a
Ya fell asleep, the vampire got'cha
I ya down in boilin' acid
Ya melt like plastic, elastic, is
Violations, vibrations, son
Cock the hammer let the Uncle 'em one
Done take a flick of a lunatic
puttin' hits on clique, got'cha wife in turnin' tricks
What? You don't want to, I thought you was bawlin'
Now watch I cock ya love, ya girlies fallin'
Uh, what's my function? injection
Blazin' niggas, hittin' 'em raw no protection
I take
Ya fear me, I'm damage
Ya me
The whole is dreary
MC's is wet up in the game
I meet you up in Memphis, just call my
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, it, check it, check it!)
I ya!

I ya! (uh)
I got ya strap to the
in a cagin, toe kissin' a Cajun
Ya mob's locked down underneath the
Ya nervous for talkin' shit with no purpose
up, mind charmer, mad drama
What goes around comes around, not farmers
Silence, sh, very
Come and battle, let me add you to my
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 rules the
With a platinum fist, the abyss
I take you to a where piranhas like to kiss
Massacre, mmuh, blowin' up the bus passengers
Chuckin' the color outta character
Ya get
niggas recognize what my theory is
I ya!

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

Uh-uh-uh-oh, lookin' kinda
Ya clique I fell off, they didn't want to hear me
Oh really, now me how long have you been whinin'
Sixteen years, twenty million albums, 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 chip when you 'I Need Love'
Your count set was mad butter, son
I loved your boomin' system it was 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, talk to me (what, what, uh, uh) become a zombie, to me
Ain't a MC alive who with me
mean? Man, rock it
Easy it
I pluck it like buzzards
I ya!

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