Luyện nghe bài hát I Shot Ya (remix)

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

Yo, I'm to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
And let my balls hang I'm on a toilet takin a shit
My style is all that, and a big bag of wit the dip
Fuck all that shit
I represent intellectual
And leave your holier than the Ten Commandments
Like I shift with the ruck
If ya if was a spliff we'd be all up (Word up!)
No to ask you who is he, Son I get busy
Scuff my Timbs on the 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 style down wit no chaser (Word up!)
My verbal combat's like a to your back
As soon as one of you try to over react
The L.O.D. good confrontation or vamp (Word up!)
Break your concentration, your camp
For the jealous, overzealous, we
Blow the the spot Branford Marsalis
Niggas coming and acting wild
commercial niggas better have a Coke and a smile
I ya!

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

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

Thug give they minks to chinks
To' down we sip drinks minks,
Flashing rings and (what the deal)
Fronting deep inside the Jeep, macking
my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king
Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggas for they
Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and leathers
Flossing rocks like the size of Fort
Four carats, the ice rocks, banging
Like Versace pops (what the deal)
ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks
I'm sexing raw dog without protection, disease
got the Lucciano
I gets fucking with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop
Boo I'm Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me
To lay low, I play
Roll with the Firm, Mafiaso crime pin
It all nigga what tha deal
I ya!

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