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
me from any peace talks
Watch the gun
Comin your block
you and the cops
Still I feel the to emerge for the kill
up in your face, roll you down a big hill
No one will rescue the streets wanna you
Put you on the spot for bull shit you talked
Plus my Whisper 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 mothafuck
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 other level, you can't with the devil

[Chorus: Mr. One]
I got you bitch a shaken [shaken]
All up in your cause their fakin [fakin]
to the shit that we be makin [makin]
Evil like that Satin [Satin]

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

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

With no hesitation puttin these 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 streets
You not get caught slippin
Like a rhyme your ass will defeat
Hey Little, who the next to second our flows
I hope it ain't your crew, I'm leavin a at your front door
Along with a note some wires a clock and
30 seconds to ignite I'm seein flash backs of your
Fool, I'm lettin it be known I'm takin every thing
In the streets you play for keeps, I'm ready to give ass a funeral
I'm used to kickin my I maybe the sharpest 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
keepin my time, look and you'll find
And you'll decide whether or not the inside
You heard it come from me, should be no way
the Aztec Tribe and Mad Man all mothafuckin day