Luyện nghe bài hát I Shot Ya

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

I ya!
I'm splittin' brothers open a doctor
Ya fell asleep, the vampire got'cha
I drop ya down in acid
Ya like plastic, elastic, is drastic
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 wife in turnin'
What? You don't to, I thought that you was bawlin'
Now watch 'cause I cock ya love, ya fallin'
Uh, what's my function? injection
Blazin' niggas, hittin' 'em raw with no
I take
Ya me, I'm doin' damage
Ya me
The whole scenario is
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 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 to the stagin'
Trapped in a cagin, toe a Cajun
Ya mob's locked down underneath the
Ya gettin' nervous for talkin' shit no purpose
Laced up, charmer, mad drama
What goes around around, not around 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 dwellin' on the past?
Baby boys old school shit
Young get dicked, LL rules the shit
a platinum 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 niggas recognize what my is
I ya!

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

Uh-uh-uh-oh, lookin' kinda
Ya thought I fell off, they didn't want to hear me
Oh really, now tell me how long have you whinin'
Sixteen years, twenty million albums, yeah 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 Need
Your count set was mad butter, son
I loved your 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) 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,
mean? This is how we gettin' down 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!