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?)
Gimme an hour 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 takin a shit
My is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip
all that sensuous shit
I intellectual violence
And leave click holier than the Ten Commandments
Redman I shift with the ruck
If ya if was a spliff be all fucked up (Word up!)
No to ask you who is he, Son I get busy
Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many cities (Chicago, LA, any of them)
I'll have to Bate ya I love ta hate ya
Cause a freak by nature
Can't wait to face ya, ya
Drink style down straight wit no chaser (Word up!)
My verbal combat's like a to your back
As as one of you niggaz try to over react
The L.O.D. love good confrontation or (Word up!)
Break concentration, murder your camp
For the jealous, overzealous, we
Blow the the spot like Marsalis
Niggas through and acting wild
Y'all commercial better have a Coke and a smile
I ya!

Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to again
Forgot what I already knew, hey yo you hear me
Illuminati my mind, soul, and my body
Secret society, to keep they eye on me
But I'm incogni', in places they can't 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 motherfucking right kid you the deal
My Mobb is Infamous just like the fucking read
You get back slapped so make ya nose bleed
Some, kids feeling bout the,
But you first girl so just face it (alright)
But anyway, back on the side of things
My niggas sling cracks and wear fat 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), accurately
you all of my two so maybe you can three
Prodigy will forever S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)
My shit millions like the moon attract the sea
How you ever in your life walk past me
Without acknowledging man as G-O-D
I ya fagot 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
this racket, from New York to Montego
Slaughtering people, 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 weaklings, seeking, for respect that ain't there
Knuckleheads beware, mad tension in the air
Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block
While fresh heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi
Call the ambulance, this wet
Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a
Razor, I keep hidden in my oral
Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to
These feds want me for some tax
Now that the fact that somebody's getting lucci that's not
Bullets be through these streets filled with torture (what the deal pop)
Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser

Thug niggas give they to chinks
To' we sip drinks rockin minks,
Flashing rings and (what the deal)
Fronting hardcore deep the Jeep, macking
Doing my fly nigga you a Scarface king
Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get niggas for they cheddar
Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and leathers
rocks like the size of Fort Knox
Four carats, the ice rocks, banging
Versace locs pops (what the deal)
Want ta the creep, on the raw ass cheeks
I'm sexing raw dog protection, disease infested
got the Lucciano
I gets down fucking with Fox extra keys to the drop
Boo I'm Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me
To lay low, I slow
Roll the Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin
It all real what tha deal
I ya!

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