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?)
an hour plus a pen and a pad

Yo, I'm here to a dollar out of fifteen cents
And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a
My is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip
Fuck all that shit
I intellectual violence
And leave your click holier than the Ten
Redman I shift with the ruck
If ya if was a we'd 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 have to Norman Bate ya I ta hate ya
Cause you'se a by nature
wait to face ya, mutilate ya
Drink style down straight wit no chaser (Word up!)
My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your
As soon as one of you try to over react
The L.O.D. love good confrontation or (Word up!)
your concentration, murder your camp
For the jealous, overzealous, we
Blow the the spot like Marsalis
Niggas through and acting wild
Y'all commercial niggas better have a and a smile
I ya!

Yo, I conversate wit men, it's time to begin again
Forgot what I knew, hey yo you hear me friend?
Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my
Secret society, trying to they 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 coincides my blinker
While you what we saying on the records real
Yeah you right kid you know the deal
My Mobb is Infamous just like the fucking title
You get back slapped so make ya nose bleed
Some, feeling guilty bout the,
But you first girl so just face it (alright)
But anyway, back on the real 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 that we (word up, it's real)
From my life to the paper (what), very
Give you all of my two so maybe you can
Prodigy forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)
My attract millions like the moon attract the sea
How dare you ever in life walk past me
acknowledging this man as G-O-D
I shot ya ass

Now who the fuck you think you to, I pay dues I spray crews
I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news
Running racket, from New York to Montego
people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico
I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts
These bitch ass niggas we stronger
Than these weaklings, seeking, for respect that ain't
beware, there's mad tension in the air
Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block
While fresh lead heats up 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
Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that to quarrel
These feds want me for tax evasion
Now that the that somebody's getting lucci that's not Caucasian
Bullets be blazing through streets filled with torture (what the deal pop)
Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser

Thug niggas give they minks to
To' down we sip rockin minks,
Flashing rings and (what the deal)
Fronting hardcore inside the Jeep, macking
my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king
Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them for they cheddar
it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers
Flossing rocks the size of Fort Knox
Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy
Like Versace pops (what the deal)
Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass
I'm raw dog without protection, disease infested
Italiano got the
I gets down fucking 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 real nigga tha deal
I ya!

the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world
Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's
But still, niggas to instigate shit
I'll battle any 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 crush all my
Rhymes of the in The Source for twenty years
Niggas scared, I'm detrimental to your state
I use my Rolex to be debate
fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked
MC's, fuck with LL they gets bucked
That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya
shit, niggas slip now how the bullet feel?
New York appeal, in L.A. gang bang
But if you touch a mic your ass hang
That's facts, niggaz don't no type of slack
Cause if they do, ass is always running back
Not this time, but next time name names
LL, from on top of the game
I ya!