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 southern pride I be, checkin' my fuckin'
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 be freebies
I be that nigga to fuck with, wouldn't I
Wouldn't I be the wrong one to try, never chicken thighs

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

I felt the pressure sun shinin', while raining at the same time
I on rhymin', not complainin'
Storm bringing and dogs my catalog be the size of golf balls
Throw up daisy dukes, I'm hazardous to all you boss hoggs
And Roscoe P. Col' people, who could my locomotive
But enough of that everyone can rap unless they ain't to
I use my gift of gab to and brag in every rhyme I
Compose won't get sick 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'
Keep that up outta my zone
as you happy then I'm happy
Even if you just hate my fuckin' 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