Luyện nghe bài hát I Shot Ya

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

I ya!
I'm splittin' brothers like a doctor
Ya fell asleep, the vampire got'cha
I ya down in boilin' acid
Ya like plastic, elastic, is drastic
Violations, vibrations, son
Cock the hammer let the give '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 that you was
Now watch 'cause I cock ya love, ya girlies
Uh, my function? Lyrical injection
Blazin' niggas, 'em raw with no protection
I take
Ya fear me, I'm damage
Ya me
The scenario 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, 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'
in a cagin, toe kissin' a Cajun
Ya mob's locked down underneath the
Ya gettin' nervous for talkin' shit no purpose
up, mind charmer, mad drama
What goes around around, not around farmers
Silence, sh, very
and battle, let me add you to my medley
Possessin' power, takin' I can grasp
Go get it now, why you dwellin' on the past?
Baby boys reminiscin' old school
Young fools get dicked, LL rules the
With a fist, the relentless abyss
I take you to a land where like to kiss
Massacre, mmuh, blowin' up the bus passengers
Chuckin' the outta cartoon character
Ya get
Real niggas recognize my theory is
I ya!

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

Uh-uh-uh-oh, kinda leery
Ya thought I fell off, they didn't want to hear me
Oh really, now me how long have you been whinin'
years, twenty million albums, yeah you're climbin'
I love joint 'Rock The Bells', it was mad hot
Ya record 'bout the was blowin' up my spot
My girl was on your chip when you flipped 'I Need
backseat count set was mad butter, son
I loved your boomin' it was wicked as could be
You bad, now I'm writin' on your pink
And you had me screamin' 'Mama Said Ya Out'
Ya jinglin', baby, no
Uh, talk to me (what, what, uh, uh) a zombie, walk to me
Ain't a MC who fought with me
mean? Man, rock it
Easy it
I pluck it like buzzards
I ya!

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