Luyện nghe bài hát I Shot Ya (remix)

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

Yo, I'm here to a dollar out of fifteen cents
And let my balls hang I'm on a toilet takin a shit
My is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip
Fuck all that sensuous
I represent intellectual
And your click 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
Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of ruff cities (Chicago, LA, any of them)
I'll to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya
Cause you'se a by nature
wait to face ya, mutilate ya
Drink your style down straight wit no (Word up!)
My combat's like a mini-Mac to your back
As soon as one of you niggaz try to over
The L.O.D. good confrontation or vamp (Word up!)
Break concentration, murder your camp
For the jealous, overzealous, we
Blow the the spot like Marsalis
coming 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
what I already knew, hey yo you hear me friend?
Illuminati my mind, soul, and my body
society, trying to keep they eye on me
But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't me
Make my strategically, the G.O.D.
It's sorta but iller than a chess player
I use my thinker, it coincides with my
While you wondered what we on the records real
Yeah you motherfucking right kid you know the
My Mobb is Infamous just like the fucking read
You get back slapped so hard make ya bleed
Some, kids feeling bout the,
But you first baby so just face it (alright)
But anyway, back on the real side of
My niggas sling cracks and wear fat diamond
Not only is it inside the songs we sing (kid)
Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, real)
From my to the paper (what), very accurately
Give you all of my two so you can three
Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, shine)
My attract millions like the moon attract the sea
How dare you ever in your walk past me
Without acknowledging man as G-O-D
I shot ya ass

Now who the fuck you you talking 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 rather be feared than loved because the fear longer
bitch ass niggas know we stronger
Than these weaklings, seeking, for respect that there
Knuckleheads beware, there's mad in the air
Tommy for fun, shotties for block parties
While fresh lead 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, I keep hidden in my oral
to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel
These feds me for some tax evasion
Now that the fact that somebody's getting that's not Caucasian
Bullets be blazing these streets filled with torture (what the deal pop)
Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser

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

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