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
Mothafuckas fin to
It's the
I came to bring the in the rain
me from any peace talks
Watch the gun
Comin through your
you and the cops
Still I feel the to emerge for the kill
Spit up in your face, roll you a big hill
No one will rescue the streets wanna you
Put you on the spot for that bull shit you
Plus my nigga Whisper went up in house
And you ate cheese like 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 from the
Don't even got an attitude but to be rude
I send those claimin to be foes
To that other level, you fuck with the devil

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

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

[Mr.
It's the shadow of your death here to take your last
Now you're hopeless, I'm hittin mothafuckas my lokness
pokus, I'm deadly like a stroke is
Mentally abuse all them fools I flow this
Nemesis, makin none of this you're envious
The Mistah makin mothafuckas pray like a
I'll blitz ya, never hesitating I'm rushin
I'll leave ya seein stars 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 myself tomorrow
If your ass only all the days I let you borrow
The that I cause makes your life forever paused
I it from the git cause I read in the cards
And now you me laugh
Like the that did the craft
Rap Devils on the loose leavin up in the past

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