Luyện nghe bài hát Wailin'

In the zone like Keyser Soze, always the suspect
No check, all I got in game is my respect
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
in the P's freestyles be freebies
I be that wrong nigga to fuck with, I
Wouldn't I be the one to try, never eating chicken thighs

Only the twenty piece mojo, flow zone Flo Jo
I to figure out, just how low could yo' hoe go
The beat hit Beat Street, Krush Groove and Breakin'
bakin', rebukin' satan, we had you waitin'
For the second coming funny how time when you're rhymin'
La-Fa-Ce records, I think they got that perfect
To be doper than Saddam believe the Nation of
Fuck the police and the dogs, sniffin' that dope up out car
I think they overstep boundaries
OJ, not guilty, how they found he

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

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