Luyện nghe bài hát I Shot Ya (remix)

Ha!
Yeah,L.O.D.
Keith Murray, Def
Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista
You wanna (You wanna hit?)
an hour plus a pen and a pad

Yo, I'm to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet a shit
My is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip
Fuck all that sensuous
I represent violence
And leave your holier than the Ten Commandments
Like Redman I with the ruck
If ya if was a spliff be all fucked up (Word up!)
No need to ask you who is he, Son I get
my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities (Chicago, LA, any of them)
I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta ya
Cause you'se a by nature
wait to face ya, mutilate ya
Drink your down straight wit no chaser (Word up!)
My verbal combat's like a to your back
As soon as one of you niggaz try to over
The L.O.D. love confrontation or vamp (Word up!)
Break your concentration, your camp
For the jealous, overzealous, we
Blow the the like Branford Marsalis
Niggas through and acting wild
Y'all commercial niggas better a Coke and a smile
I ya!

Yo, I conversate wit many men, time to begin again
Forgot what I knew, hey yo you hear me friend?
Illuminati my mind, soul, and my body
Secret society, trying to keep eye on me
But I'm stay incogni', in places they find me
Make my strategically, the G.O.D.
It's sorta similar but iller than a player
I use my thinker, it with my blinker
While you wondered what we saying on the records
Yeah you motherfucking right kid you know the
My Mobb is Infamous just like the fucking read
You get slapped so hard make ya nose bleed
Some, kids guilty bout the,
But you first girl so just face it (alright)
But anyway, back on the real side of
My niggas cracks and wear fat diamond rings
Not only is it inside the songs that we (kid)
Everything is real not a song that we sing (word up, it's real)
From my life to the (what), very accurately
Give you all of my two so maybe you can
Prodigy will will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)
My shit attract millions the moon attract the sea
How dare you ever in your life walk me
Without acknowledging man as G-O-D
I shot ya ass

Now who the fuck you think you to, I pay dues I spray crews
Look I'm Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news
Running racket, from New York to Montego
Slaughtering people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto
I'd be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer
These bitch ass niggas we stronger
Than these weaklings, seeking, for that ain't there
beware, there's mad tension in the air
Tommy for fun, shotties for block parties
While lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi
the ambulance, this man's wet
Bullets cut him down from the root up just a Gillette
Razor, which I keep in my oral
Ready to spatter, at any ad out, wants to quarrel
These feds me for some tax evasion
Now that the fact somebody's getting lucci that's not Caucasian
Bullets be blazing through these streets filled with torture (what the pop)
Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser

Thug niggas give they minks to
To' down we sip drinks minks,
Flashing rings and (what the deal)
Fronting hardcore inside the Jeep, macking
Doing my thing fly you a Scarface king
Bitches ya ta-ta's, get them niggas for they cheddar
Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani
Flossing rocks like the size of Knox
Four carats, the ice rocks, banging
Versace locs pops (what the deal)
Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass
I'm sexing raw dog without protection, infested
Italiano got the
I gets down fucking with Brown Fox extra to the drop
Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got Dominicans who pay me
To lay low, I slow
Roll the Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin
It all real nigga what tha
I ya!

What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole
Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's
But still, want to instigate shit
I'll any nigga in tha rap game quick
Name the spot, I make it hot for ya
Female rappers too, I don't give a boo
Word, I'm here to all my peers
Rhymes of the month in The for twenty years
Niggas scared, I'm to your mental state
I use my Rolex to be debate
Niggas fight, glock cocked ya gets fucked
MC's, that fuck with LL they gets
That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya
Light shit, niggas slip now how the bullet
New appeal, in L.A. they gang bang
But if you touch a mic your motherfucking ass
That's facts, don't receive no type of slack
Cause if they do, they ass is running back
Not this time, but next time I'ma name
LL, shitting from on top of the
I ya!