Luyện nghe bài hát Shaking in Your Bootz

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

[Mr. Lil'
Comin through my
Mothafuckas fin to
It's the
I came to bring the in the rain
Exclude me from any talks
the gun shot
Comin through your
Mothafuck you and the
Still I the urge to emerge for the kill
Spit up in your face, roll you a big hill
No one rescue the streets wanna test you
Put you on the spot for that bull shit you
Plus my nigga Whisper up in your house
And then you ate like a little bitch mouse
And I seen you fly, deep into 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 attitude but claimin to be
Finally I send those claimin to be
To that other level, you can't fuck with the

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

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

With no hesitation puttin these holes up in dome
It's the 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
Like a rhyme ass will meet defeat
Hey Little, who the next to second our flows
I it ain't your crew, I'm leavin a bomb at your front door
Along with a some wires a clock and dynamite
30 seconds to ignite I'm seein flash 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 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 you have in mind, I'm kickin my rhyme
Just keepin my time, look and you'll
And you'll decide whether or not the inside
You it come from me, should be no other way
the Aztec Tribe and Mad Man all mothafuckin day