Luyện nghe bài hát I Shot Ya

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

I ya!
I'm brothers open like a doctor
Ya asleep, the vampire teeth got'cha
I ya down in boilin' acid
Ya like plastic, elastic, is drastic
Violations, vibrations, son
Cock the let the Uncle give 'em one
Done a flick of a wicked lunatic
puttin' hits on your clique, got'cha wife in turnin'
What? You don't to, I thought that you was bawlin'
Now watch I cock ya love, ya girlies fallin'
Uh, what's my function? Lyrical
Blazin' niggas, 'em raw with no protection
I advantage
Ya fear me, I'm doin'
Ya me
The scenario is dreary
is gettin' 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, me a hour (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
Laced up, mind charmer, mad
What goes around comes around, not around
Silence, sh, very
Come and battle, let me add you to my
Possessin' power, takin' everything I can
Go get it now, why you dwellin' on the past?
Baby reminiscin' old school shit
Young fools get dicked, LL rules the
With a platinum fist, the abyss
I take you to a land where piranhas like to
Massacre, mmuh, blowin' up the tour bus
Chuckin' the color outta character
Ya get
Real niggas recognize what my is
I ya!

I ya!
Word up, I'ma lace this crazy, why'nah 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, kinda 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, you're climbin'
I love your 'Rock The Bells', it was mad hot
Ya 'bout the Radio was blowin' up my spot
My girl was on your chip when you flipped 'I Love'
Your count set was mad butter, son
I loved boomin' system it was wicked as could be
You bad, now I'm on your pink cookies
And you had me screamin' Said Knock Ya Out'
Ya jinglin', baby, no
Uh, to me (what, what, uh, uh) become a zombie, walk to me
Ain't a MC who fought with me
Why'nah mean? Man, it
Easy it
I gotta pluck it buzzards
I ya!

x3]

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