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
the Little
I came to the pain in the rain
Exclude me from any peace
the gun shot
Comin through block
Mothafuck you and the
I feel the urge to emerge for the kill
Spit up in face, roll you down a big hill
No one will the streets wanna test you
Put you on the for that bull shit you talked
my nigga Whisper went up in your house
And you ate cheese like a little 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, the tears from the ground
Don't even got an attitude but to be rude
Finally I send claimin to be foes
To that other level, you fuck with the devil

[Chorus: Mr. 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 their fakin
Listen to the shit that we be makin
like that mothafucka Satin [Satin]

[Mr.
It's the shadow of your death here to your last breath
Now you're hopeless, I'm mothafuckas with my lokness
pokus, I'm deadly like a stroke is
Mentally abuse all them fools when I flow
Nemesis, makin of this cause you're envious
The Mistah makin mothafuckas pray 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 gettin up full of blood
I must turn my soul competition dust
A trust no mothafucka but myself tomorrow
If your ass only all the days I let you borrow
The that I cause makes your life forever paused
I knew it the git cause I read in the cards
And now you hear me
Like the witch that did the
Rap Devils on the loose leavin up in the past

With no hesitation puttin these up in your dome
the return of GPA and I'm always packin a microphone
Just a gavel 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 bomb at your door
with a note some 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 thing personal
In the you play for keeps, I'm ready to give your ass a funeral
I'm used to kickin my style I maybe the sharpest on top of the
You asked me to flip some shit I'm entering in and I
Any thing you in mind, I'm kickin my rhyme
Just keepin my time, look and you'll
And you'll whether or not the truth's inside
You it come from me, should be no other way
Fuck the Aztec Tribe and Mad Man all day