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 make a 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 shit
I intellectual violence
And leave your click than the Ten Commandments
Like Redman I with the ruck
If ya if was a spliff we'd be all up (Word up!)
No need to ask you who is he, Son I get
Scuff my Timbs on the of many ruff cities (Chicago, LA, any of them)
I'll have to Norman Bate ya I ta hate ya
Cause you'se a by nature
Can't wait to ya, mutilate ya
Drink your style down wit no chaser (Word up!)
My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to back
As soon as one of you niggaz try to react
The L.O.D. good confrontation or vamp (Word up!)
Break your concentration, murder your
For the jealous, overzealous, we
Blow the the spot like Marsalis
Niggas coming through and acting
Y'all commercial niggas better have a and a smile
I ya!

Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin
Forgot what I already knew, hey yo you hear me
Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my
Secret society, to keep they eye on me
But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't me
my moves strategically, the G.O.D.
It's sorta similar but than a chess player
I use my thinker, it coincides my blinker
you wondered what we saying on the records real
Yeah you motherfucking right kid you know the
My is Infamous just like the fucking title read
You get back slapped so hard make ya bleed
Some, feeling guilty bout the,
But you first girl so just face it (alright)
But anyway, back on the side of things
My niggas sling cracks and fat diamond rings
Not only is it inside the songs we sing (kid)
Everything is real not just a that we sing (word up, it's real)
From my life to the paper (what), very
Give you all of my two so you can three
Prodigy will forever will (shine baby, just shine)
My shit attract millions the moon attract the sea
How dare you ever in your life 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
I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news
Running this racket, from New York to
Slaughtering people, bring a ton of keys from Rico
I'd be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer
These bitch ass know we stronger
Than these weaklings, seeking, for that ain't there
Knuckleheads beware, there's mad in the air
guns for fun, shotties for block parties
While fresh lead heats up your insides a fifth of Bacardi
Call the ambulance, this 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 want me for tax evasion
Now that the fact that getting lucci that's not Caucasian
Bullets be blazing through these streets filled with torture (what the pop)
Joey Crack, a.k.a. Ceaser

Thug niggas give they to chinks
To' we sip drinks rockin minks,
Flashing rings and (what the deal)
Fronting hardcore inside the Jeep, macking
Doing my fly nigga you a Scarface king
Bitches ya ta-ta's, get them niggas for they cheddar
Fuck it, Gucci and Armani leathers
rocks like the size of Fort Knox
Four carats, the ice rocks, banging
Like Versace locs (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 Brown Fox extra keys to the drop
Boo I'm Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me
To lay low, I play
with the Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin
It all real nigga tha deal
I ya!

What the I thought I conquered the whole world
Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and girl
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 a fuck boo
Word, I'm here to all my peers
Rhymes of the month in The for twenty years
Niggas scared, I'm detrimental to mental state
I use my Rolex to be debate
Niggas fight, cocked ya temple gets fucked
MC's, that with LL they gets bucked
That's real, what's up with that I Ya deal?
shit, niggas slip now how the bullet feel?
New York appeal, in L.A. they gang
But if you touch a mic motherfucking ass hang
That's facts, niggaz receive no type of slack
if they do, they ass is always running back
Not time, but next time I'ma name names
LL, shitting from on top of the
I ya!