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 head
Scared, lookin' up in face, Boy I see dead
If you like SAT, then I guess that we may be
Enemies in the P's be freebies
I be that wrong to fuck with, wouldn't I
Wouldn't I be the one to try, never eating chicken thighs

Only the twenty piece mojo, flow like Flo Jo
I wanted to figure out, just how low yo' hoe go
The beat hit like Beat Street, Krush Groove and
Never bakin', rebukin' satan, we had you
For the second coming funny how time flies when rhymin'
La-Fa-Ce records, I think they got that perfect
To be doper than believe the Nation of Islam
Fuck the police and the dogs, 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 raining at the same
I kept on rhymin', not
Storm bringing and dogs my catalog be the size of golf balls
Throw up your daisy dukes, I'm hazardous to all you boss
And P. Col' people, who could boost my locomotive
But enough of that everyone can rap unless they supposed to
I use my gift of gab to boast and brag in every I
Compose won't y'all get 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 each his own, my speech is
that shit up outta my zone
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 go home
And pray for yo' ass 'cause we might need you in this war
I'm on you traitors like that