Luyện nghe bài hát Shaking in Your Bootz

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

[Mr. One]
Comin through my
Mothafuckas fin to
It's the
I came to the pain in the rain
Exclude me any peace talks
the gun shot
Comin your block
you and the cops
Still I feel the to emerge for the kill
up in your face, roll you down a big hill
No one will rescue the streets test you
Put you on the spot for that shit you talked
Plus my nigga Whisper went up in house
And then you ate cheese a little bitch mouse
And then I seen you fly, into the night
I wanna be like Lil One, so might
I came to put it down, wipe the from the ground
Don't got an attitude but claimin to be rude
Finally I send those claimin to be
To that other level, you fuck with the devil

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

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

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

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