Luyện nghe bài hát Shaking in Your Bootz

[Mr. One (talking)]
Aight, we go
Oh yeah... triple
Mr. One, GPA
And that mothafucka

[Mr. Lil'
Comin through my
Mothafuckas fin to
the Little
I came to bring the in the rain
me from any peace talks
Watch the gun
Comin your block
Mothafuck you and the
Still I feel the urge to emerge for the
Spit up in your face, roll you a big hill
No one will the streets wanna test you
Put you on the spot for that bull shit you
my nigga Whisper went up in your house
And you ate cheese like a little bitch mouse
And then I seen you fly, deep the night
I wanna be like Lil One, so might
I came to put it down, wipe the tears from the
Don't even got an attitude but claimin to be
I send those claimin to be foes
To other level, you can't fuck with the devil

Mr. Lil' One]
I got you bitch mothafuckas a [shaken]
All up in your cause their fakin [fakin]
to the shit that we be makin [makin]
Evil like that Satin [Satin]

Got you mothafuckas a shaken [shaken]
All up in your boots cause their fakin
Listen to the shit that we be makin
Evil like mothafucka Satin [Satin]

[Mr.
It's the shadow of your death to take your last breath
Now you're hopeless, I'm hittin mothafuckas with my
Hokus pokus, I'm deadly a stroke is
Mentally abuse all them fools when I flow
Nemesis, makin none of this cause you're
The Mistah makin mothafuckas like a minister
I'll ya, never hesitating when I'm rushin
I'll leave ya seein like the flag of the Russians
Concussion, ain't no gettin up full of blood
I turn my soul competition into dust
A trust no but myself fuck tomorrow
If your ass knew all the days I let you borrow
The sorrow that I cause makes your forever paused
I knew it from the git cause I read in the
And now you hear me
Like the witch that did the
Rap Devils on the leavin fools up in the past

With no hesitation puttin these holes up in dome
It's the return of GPA and I'm always packin a
Just a gavel when I be bangin up in these streets
You better not get caught
Like a your ass will meet defeat
Hey Little, who the next to guess our flows
I hope it ain't crew, I'm leavin a bomb at your front door
Along with a note some wires a and dynamite
30 seconds to I'm seein flash backs of your life
Fool, I'm it be known I'm takin every thing personal
In the streets you for keeps, I'm ready to give your ass a funeral
I'm used to kickin my style I maybe the sharpest on top of the
You me to flip some shit I'm entering in and I defile
Any thing you have in mind, I'm my rhyme
Just keepin my time, look and you'll
And you'll decide or not the truth's inside
You heard it from me, should be no other way
the Aztec Tribe and Mad Man all mothafuckin day