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]
through my return
Mothafuckas fin to
the Little
I came to bring the pain in the
Exclude me any peace talks
the gun shot
Comin through block
you and the cops
Still I the urge to emerge for the kill
Spit up in your face, you down 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 a little bitch mouse
And then I seen you fly, deep into the
I wanna be like Lil One, so mothafuck
I came to put it down, wipe the tears the ground
Don't got an attitude 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 bitch mothafuckas a shaken
All up in your boots their fakin [fakin]
Listen to the shit we be makin [makin]
Evil like that mothafucka Satin

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

[Mr.
It's the shadow of death here to take your last breath
Now you're hopeless, I'm hittin mothafuckas my lokness
Hokus pokus, I'm deadly a stroke is
abuse all them fools when I flow this
Nemesis, makin of this cause you're envious
The makin mothafuckas pray like a minister
I'll blitz ya, never when I'm rushin
leave ya seein stars like the flag of the Russians
Concussion, ain't no gettin up full of blood
I must turn my soul competition into
A trust no mothafucka but myself tomorrow
If ass only knew all the days I let you borrow
The sorrow that I cause makes your forever paused
I it from the git cause I read in the cards
And now you hear me
the witch that did the craft
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 like a gavel when I be bangin up in streets
You better not get slippin
Like a rhyme your ass meet defeat
Hey Little, who the next to guess our flows
I hope it ain't your crew, I'm leavin a at your front door
Along with a some wires a clock and dynamite
30 seconds to ignite I'm seein backs of your life
Fool, I'm lettin it be known I'm takin 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 on top of the pile
You asked me to flip some shit I'm entering in and I
Any thing you in mind, I'm kickin my rhyme
keepin my time, look and you'll find
And you'll decide whether or not the inside
You heard it come me, should be no other way
the Aztec Tribe and Mad Man all mothafuckin day