Luyện nghe bài hát Wailin'

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

Only the twenty piece mojo, flow zone 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 you're
records, I think they got that perfect timin'
To be doper than Saddam believe the of Islam
Fuck the and the dogs, sniffin' that dope up out your car
I think they they boundaries
OJ, not guilty, how they found he

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

I know I do when I hear those
Flows that ain't hip hop, you find that in the gift shop
But to each his own, my is gon'
Keep that up outta my zone
Long as you then I'm happy
if you just hate my fuckin' 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 wailin' on you traitors like