Luyện nghe bài hát Wailin'

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

Only the twenty piece mojo, zone like Flo Jo
I wanted to figure out, just how low yo' hoe go
The beat hit like Beat Street, Krush Groove and
bakin', rebukin' satan, we had you waitin'
For the second coming funny how time flies when rhymin'
records, I think they got that perfect timin'
To be doper than Saddam believe the of Islam
Fuck the police and the dogs, sniffin' that dope up out car
I think overstep 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'
bringing cats and dogs my catalog be the size of golf balls
Throw up your daisy dukes, I'm hazardous to all you hoggs
And P. Col' people, who could boost my locomotive
But enough of everyone can rap unless they ain't supposed to
I use my gift of gab to boast and in every rhyme I
Compose y'all get sick of that

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