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'
through my return
Mothafuckas fin to
It's the
I came to bring the in the rain
Exclude me from any talks
Watch the gun
Comin your block
Mothafuck you and the
Still I the urge to emerge for the kill
Spit up in your face, roll you down a big
No one will rescue the streets wanna you
Put you on the spot for that bull shit you
Plus my nigga Whisper up in your house
And you ate cheese like a little bitch mouse
And I seen you fly, deep into the night
I wanna be like Lil One, so mothafuck
I came to put it down, wipe the from the ground
even got an attitude but claimin to be rude
Finally I send those claimin to be
To that level, you can't fuck with the devil

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

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

[Mr.
It's the shadow of death here to take your last breath
Now you're hopeless, I'm hittin mothafuckas my lokness
Hokus pokus, I'm deadly like a is
abuse all them fools when I flow this
Nemesis, makin none of this you're envious
The Mistah makin mothafuckas pray like a
I'll blitz ya, never hesitating when I'm
I'll leave ya seein stars the flag of the Russians
Concussion, ain't no gettin up full of clots
I must turn my competition into dust
A trust no but myself fuck tomorrow
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 cause I read in the
And now you me laugh
Like the witch that did the
Rap Devils on the loose leavin fools up in the

With no hesitation puttin these holes up in your
It's the return of GPA and I'm packin a microphone
Just like a gavel I be bangin up in these streets
You better not get slippin
Like a rhyme your ass will meet
Hey Little, who the next to guess our flows
I hope it ain't your crew, I'm a bomb at your front door
Along with a note some wires a clock and
30 seconds to ignite I'm flash backs of your life
Fool, I'm lettin it be known I'm takin every personal
In the streets you play for keeps, I'm ready to your ass a funeral
I'm used to kickin my style I the sharpest on top of the pile
You asked me to flip some shit I'm entering in and I
Any thing you have in mind, I'm kickin my
Just keepin my time, look and find
And you'll decide whether or not the truth's
You heard it come from me, be no other way
Fuck the Aztec and Mad Man all mothafuckin day