Luyện nghe bài hát Shaking in Your Bootz

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

[Mr. Lil'
Comin through my
fin to burn
It's the
I came to bring the in the rain
Exclude me any peace talks
the gun shot
Comin your block
you and the cops
Still I feel the urge to emerge for the
Spit up in face, roll you down a big hill
No one will rescue the streets test you
Put you on the spot for that shit you talked
Plus my nigga went up in your house
And then you ate cheese like a bitch mouse
And then I seen you fly, deep the night
I wanna be Lil One, so mothafuck might
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 level, you can't fuck with the devil

[Chorus: Mr. One]
I got you bitch 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 Satin [Satin]

[Mr.
It's the shadow of your death here to take last breath
Now you're hopeless, I'm mothafuckas with my lokness
pokus, I'm deadly like a stroke is
Mentally abuse all them when I flow this
Nemesis, makin none of cause you're envious
The Mistah makin mothafuckas like a minister
I'll blitz ya, never hesitating 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 competition into
A trust no mothafucka but myself fuck
If ass only knew all the days I let you borrow
The sorrow that I cause makes your life forever
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 leavin fools up in the past

With no hesitation puttin these up in your dome
It's the return of GPA and I'm always a microphone
Just like a gavel when I be up in these streets
You better not get caught
Like a rhyme your ass will meet
Hey Little, who the next to second guess our
I hope it ain't crew, I'm leavin a bomb at your front door
Along with a note wires a clock and dynamite
30 seconds to ignite I'm seein backs of your life
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 style I maybe the on top of the pile
You asked me to some shit I'm entering in and I defile
Any you have in mind, I'm kickin my rhyme
Just keepin my time, and you'll find
And decide whether or not the truth's inside
You heard it come from me, be no other way
Fuck the Aztec and Mad Man all mothafuckin day