Luyện nghe bài hát Wailin'

In the zone like Keyser Soze, always the suspect
No check, all I got in this game is my
And southern pride I be, my fuckin' head
Scared, up in your face, Boy I see dead
If you like SAT, then I guess that we may be
Enemies in the P's freestyles be
I be that wrong nigga to fuck with, I
I be the wrong one to try, never eating chicken thighs

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

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

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