Luyện nghe bài hát I Shot Ya (remix)

Ha!
Yeah,L.O.D.
Keith Murray, Def
Mista, Mista, Mista, Smith
You hit? (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 like I'm on a toilet takin a
My is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip
Fuck all that sensuous
I intellectual violence
And your 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 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
you'se a freak by nature
Can't wait to face ya, ya
Drink your style down straight wit no (Word up!)
My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to back
As soon as one of you niggaz try to over
The L.O.D. love confrontation or vamp (Word up!)
Break concentration, murder your camp
For the jealous, overzealous, we
Blow the the spot like Marsalis
Niggas through and acting wild
commercial niggas better have a Coke and a smile
I ya!

Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's to begin again
Forgot what I knew, hey yo you hear me friend?
want my mind, soul, and my body
Secret society, trying to they eye on me
But I'm stay incogni', in places can't find me
my moves strategically, the G.O.D.
It's sorta similar but iller a chess player
I use my thinker, it with my blinker
While you wondered what we saying on the records
Yeah you right kid you know the deal
My Mobb is Infamous just like the fucking title
You get slapped so hard make ya nose bleed
Some, kids guilty bout the,
But you first baby girl so just it (alright)
But anyway, back on the real of things
My niggas sling cracks and wear fat rings
Not only is it inside the songs we sing (kid)
Everything is real not just a song that we (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 will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)
My shit attract millions like the moon the sea
How you ever in your life walk past me
Without acknowledging this man as
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 he's bad news
Running this racket, New York to Montego
Slaughtering people, bring a ton of keys Puerto Rico
I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear longer
These ass niggas know we stronger
Than weaklings, seeking, for respect that ain't there
Knuckleheads beware, mad tension in the air
guns for fun, shotties for block parties
While fresh lead heats up your insides a fifth of Bacardi
the ambulance, this man's wet
Bullets cut him down the root up just like a Gillette
Razor, I keep hidden in my oral
Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that to quarrel
These feds want me for some tax
Now that the fact that somebody's getting lucci not Caucasian
Bullets be blazing these streets filled with torture (what the deal pop)
Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser

niggas give they minks to chinks
To' down we sip rockin minks,
rings and things (what the deal)
Fronting deep inside the Jeep, macking
my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king
Bitches ya ta-ta's, get them niggas for they cheddar
it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers
Flossing rocks like the size of Knox
Four carats, the ice rocks, banging
Versace locs 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 with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop
Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got Dominicans who pay me
To lay low, I slow
Roll with the Firm, Mafiaso king pin
It all nigga what tha deal
I ya!

What the fuck? I I conquered the whole world
Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and girl
But still, niggas want to shit
battle any nigga in tha rap game quick
Name the spot, I it hot for ya bitches
Female rappers too, I give a fuck boo
Word, I'm here to crush all my
Rhymes of the month in The Source for years
Niggas scared, I'm detrimental to your mental
I use my presidential to be debate
Niggas fight, glock cocked ya temple gets
MC's, that fuck with LL they gets
real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?
Light shit, niggas slip now how the 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
Cause if do, they ass is always running back
Not this time, but time I'ma name names
LL, shitting from on top of the
I ya!