Luyện nghe bài hát Shaking in Your Bootz

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

[Mr. One]
through my return
Mothafuckas fin to
It's the
I came to bring the pain in the
me from any peace talks
Watch the gun
through your block
Mothafuck you and the
Still I feel the to emerge for the kill
Spit up in your face, you down a big hill
No one will rescue the streets test you
Put you on the spot for that bull shit you
Plus my nigga Whisper went up in your
And you ate cheese like a little bitch mouse
And then I seen you fly, deep into the
I be like Lil One, so mothafuck might
I came to put it down, wipe the tears from the
even got an attitude but claimin to be rude
Finally I send claimin to be foes
To that other level, you fuck with the devil

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

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

[Mr.
It's the shadow of your death here to your last breath
Now you're hopeless, I'm hittin mothafuckas my lokness
Hokus pokus, I'm like a stroke is
Mentally abuse all them fools when I this
Nemesis, none of this cause you're envious
The Mistah makin mothafuckas like a minister
I'll blitz ya, never hesitating when I'm
I'll leave ya seein stars like the flag of the
Concussion, no gettin up full of blood clots
I must my soul competition into dust
A no mothafucka but myself fuck tomorrow
If your ass only knew all the I let you borrow
The sorrow that I cause makes your life paused
I knew it from the git cause I in the cards
And now you hear me
Like the that did the craft
Rap on the loose leavin fools up in the past

With no puttin these holes up in your dome
the return of GPA and I'm always packin a microphone
Just like a when I be bangin up in these streets
You better not get 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 and dynamite
30 seconds to ignite I'm flash backs of your life
Fool, I'm lettin it be known I'm every thing personal
In the streets you play for keeps, I'm ready to give your ass a
I'm used to kickin my style I maybe the sharpest on top of the
You asked me to flip some shit I'm in and I defile
Any you have in mind, I'm kickin my rhyme
keepin my time, look and you'll find
And you'll whether or not the truth's inside
You heard it come me, should be no other way
Fuck the Aztec Tribe and Mad Man all day