Luyện nghe bài hát Shaking in Your Bootz

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

[Mr. One]
Comin through my
fin to burn
It's the
I came to bring the pain in the
Exclude me from any talks
the gun shot
Comin through your
Mothafuck you and the
I feel the urge to emerge for the kill
Spit up in your face, roll you a big hill
No one will rescue the wanna test you
Put you on the spot for that bull you talked
Plus my nigga Whisper went up in your
And then you ate cheese like a little mouse
And then I seen you fly, deep the night
I wanna be Lil One, so mothafuck might
I to put it down, wipe the tears from the ground
Don't even got an but claimin to be rude
Finally I send those claimin to be
To that level, you can't fuck with the devil

[Chorus: Mr. Lil'
I got you mothafuckas a shaken [shaken]
All up in boots cause their fakin [fakin]
Listen to the shit that we be makin
like that mothafucka Satin [Satin]

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

[Mr.
It's the shadow of your death here to take last breath
Now you're hopeless, I'm hittin mothafuckas my lokness
Hokus pokus, I'm like a stroke is
Mentally abuse all them fools when I this
Nemesis, makin none of cause you're envious
The Mistah makin pray like a minister
blitz ya, never hesitating when I'm rushin
I'll leave ya seein stars like the flag of the
Concussion, no gettin up full of blood clots
I must turn my soul competition into
A trust no mothafucka but myself fuck
If your ass only all the days I let you borrow
The sorrow that I makes your life forever paused
I knew it from the git I read in the cards
And now you me laugh
Like the witch that did the
Rap on the loose leavin fools up in the past

With no hesitation puttin holes up in your dome
It's the return of GPA and I'm packin a microphone
Just like a gavel I be bangin up in these streets
You not get caught slippin
Like a your ass will meet defeat
Hey Little, who the to second guess our flows
I hope it ain't crew, I'm leavin a bomb at your front door
Along with a note wires a clock and dynamite
30 seconds to ignite I'm seein flash backs of your
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 I maybe the sharpest on top of the pile
You asked me to flip some I'm entering in and I defile
Any thing you in mind, I'm kickin my rhyme
keepin my time, look and you'll find
And decide whether or not the truth's inside
You it come from me, should be no other way
Fuck the Aztec Tribe and Mad Man all day