Luyện nghe bài hát Shaking in Your Bootz

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

[Mr. Lil'
through my return
Mothafuckas fin to
the Little
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 will rescue the wanna test you
Put you on the spot for that bull shit you
Plus my nigga went up in your house
And then you ate cheese like a little bitch
And I seen you fly, deep into the night
I wanna be like Lil One, so might
I to put it down, wipe the tears from the ground
even got an attitude but claimin to be rude
Finally I those claimin to be foes
To that level, you can't fuck with the devil

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

Got you bitch mothafuckas a [shaken]
All up in your boots cause their [fakin]
Listen to the shit we be makin [makin]
like 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 with my
Hokus pokus, I'm like a stroke is
Mentally abuse all them fools when I this
Nemesis, makin of this cause you're envious
The Mistah mothafuckas pray like 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 competition into dust
A trust no mothafucka but myself fuck
If your ass knew all the days I let you borrow
The sorrow that I cause makes your life forever
I it from the git cause I read in the cards
And now you me laugh
the witch that did the craft
Rap Devils on the loose fools up in the past

With no hesitation puttin these up in your dome
the return of GPA and I'm always packin a microphone
Just like a when I be bangin up in these streets
You better not get slippin
Like a rhyme your ass will 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
with a note some wires a clock and dynamite
30 seconds to ignite I'm seein flash of your life
Fool, I'm lettin it be I'm takin every thing personal
In the streets you play for keeps, I'm to give your ass a funeral
I'm used to kickin my I maybe the sharpest on top of the pile
You asked me to flip some I'm entering in and I defile
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 from me, be no other way
Fuck the Aztec and Mad Man all mothafuckin day