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'
through my return
Mothafuckas fin to
It's the
I to bring the pain in the rain
Exclude me any peace talks
Watch the gun
Comin your block
Mothafuck you and the
Still I feel the urge to for the kill
Spit up in your face, roll you a big hill
No one will the streets 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 mouse
And then I seen you fly, into the night
I wanna be Lil One, so mothafuck might
I came to put it down, wipe the from the ground
Don't even got an attitude but claimin to be
I send those claimin to be foes
To that other level, you can't fuck the devil

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

Got you bitch mothafuckas a shaken
All up in your cause their fakin [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 deadly like a is
Mentally all them fools when I flow this
Nemesis, none of this cause you're envious
The makin mothafuckas pray like a minister
I'll blitz ya, never hesitating I'm rushin
I'll leave ya seein stars the flag of the Russians
Concussion, ain't no up full of blood clots
I must turn my soul into dust
A trust no mothafucka but myself fuck
If ass only knew all the days I let you borrow
The sorrow I cause makes your life forever paused
I knew it from the git I read in the cards
And now you me laugh
Like the witch did the craft
Rap Devils on the leavin fools up in the past

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