Luyện nghe bài hát Wailin'

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

Only the piece mojo, flow 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 flies when you're rhymin'
La-Fa-Ce records, I think they got perfect timin'
To be doper than Saddam the Nation of Islam
the police and the dogs, sniffin' that dope up out your car
I think they overstep boundaries
OJ, not guilty, that's how they he

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

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