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 I'm on a toilet takin a shit
My style is all that, and a big bag of wit the dip
all that sensuous shit
I intellectual violence
And leave your click holier the Ten Commandments
Like Redman I shift 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 boulevard of many cities (Chicago, LA, any of them)
I'll have to Norman Bate ya I ta hate ya
Cause a freak by nature
Can't wait to face ya, 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 react
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
Niggas coming through and acting
Y'all niggas better have a Coke and a smile
I ya!

Yo, I conversate wit 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 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 but iller than a chess player
I use my thinker, it with my blinker
While you wondered what we saying on the real
Yeah you motherfucking right kid you know the
My Mobb is Infamous just the fucking title read
You get back slapped so hard make ya bleed
Some, kids guilty bout the,
But you first girl so just face it (alright)
But anyway, back on the real side of
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 (what), very accurately
Give you all of my two so you can three
Prodigy will forever will (shine baby, just shine)
My shit attract millions like the attract the sea
How dare you ever in your life past me
Without acknowledging this man as
I ya fagot ass

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

niggas give they minks to chinks
To' down we sip rockin minks,
Flashing rings and (what the deal)
Fronting hardcore deep inside the Jeep,
my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king
Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get niggas for they cheddar
Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani
Flossing rocks the size of Fort Knox
Four carats, the ice rocks, banging
Like locs pops (what the deal)
ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks
I'm sexing raw dog protection, disease infested
Italiano got the
I down 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 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
I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game
the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches
Female rappers too, I don't give a boo
Word, I'm here to crush all my
Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty
Niggas scared, I'm detrimental to your mental
I use my presidential Rolex to be
Niggas fight, glock cocked ya temple gets
MC's, that fuck with LL 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 motherfucking ass
That's facts, niggaz don't receive no of slack
Cause if they do, ass is always running back
Not time, but next time I'ma name names
LL, from on top of the game
I ya!