Luyện nghe bài hát Shaking in Your Bootz

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

[Mr. One]
through my return
Mothafuckas fin to
It's the
I came to bring the in the rain
Exclude me from any peace
Watch the gun
through your block
Mothafuck you and the
Still I feel the to emerge for the kill
up in your face, roll you down a big hill
No one rescue the streets wanna test you
Put you on the for that bull shit you talked
Plus my nigga went up in your house
And then you ate like a little bitch mouse
And then I seen you fly, deep the night
I wanna be like Lil One, so mothafuck
I to put it down, wipe the tears from the ground
Don't even got an but claimin to be rude
I send those claimin to be foes
To that level, you can't fuck with the devil

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

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

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

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