Luyện nghe bài hát Shaking in Your Bootz

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

[Mr. One]
Comin through my
Mothafuckas fin to
It's the
I came to bring the in the rain
Exclude me from any talks
Watch the gun
through 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 you talked
Plus my Whisper went up in your house
And then you ate cheese a little bitch mouse
And then I seen you fly, deep the night
I wanna be like Lil One, so 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 other level, you can't fuck with the devil

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

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

[Mr.
It's the shadow of your death to take your last 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 Mistah mothafuckas pray like a minister
I'll blitz ya, never when I'm rushin
I'll leave ya seein stars like the flag of the
Concussion, ain't no up full of blood clots
I must turn my competition into dust
A no mothafucka but myself fuck tomorrow
If your ass only knew all the days I let you
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 did the craft
Rap Devils on the loose leavin fools up in the

With no hesitation these holes up in your dome
It's the of GPA and I'm always packin a microphone
Just like a gavel when I be bangin up in these
You not get caught slippin
Like a your ass will meet defeat
Hey Little, who the next to second our flows
I hope it ain't your crew, I'm leavin a bomb at your door
Along with a note some a clock and dynamite
30 to ignite I'm seein 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 to give your ass a funeral
I'm used to kickin my style I maybe the on top of the pile
You asked me to flip some shit I'm in and I defile
Any thing you have in mind, I'm my rhyme
Just keepin my time, 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 Tribe and Mad Man all mothafuckin day