Luyện nghe bài hát Wailin'

In the zone like Keyser Soze, always the usual
No check, all I got in this game is my
And southern pride I be, checkin' my head
Scared, up in your face, Boy I see dead
If you test SAT, then I guess that we may be
Enemies in the P's freestyles be
I be that nigga to fuck with, wouldn't I
Wouldn't I be the wrong one to try, never eating chicken

the twenty piece mojo, flow zone like Flo Jo
I wanted to out, just how low could yo' hoe go
The beat hit like Beat Street, Krush and Breakin'
Never bakin', rebukin' satan, we had you
For the second coming funny how time flies when rhymin'
La-Fa-Ce records, I they got that perfect timin'
To be doper than Saddam believe the Nation of
Fuck the police and the dogs, sniffin' that dope up out car
I think they they boundaries
OJ, not guilty, that's how they he

I the pressure like sun shinin', while raining at the same time
I on rhymin', not complainin'
Storm bringing cats and dogs my catalog be the of golf balls
Throw up your daisy dukes, I'm to all you boss hoggs
And Roscoe P. Col' people, who boost my locomotive
But enough of that everyone can rap unless they supposed to
I use my gift of gab to boast and in every rhyme I
Compose won't y'all get of that

I know I do when I hear those
Flows ain't hip hop, you find that shit in the gift shop
But to each his own, my is gon'
that shit up outta my zone
Long as you happy I'm happy
Even if you hate my fuckin' guts go 'head and damp me
Cause I'm gon' damp you and then go home
And pray for yo' ass later we might need you in this war
I'm wailin' on you traitors like