Luyện nghe bài hát Wailin'

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

Only the twenty piece mojo, zone like Flo Jo
I wanted to figure out, how low could yo' hoe go
The beat hit like Beat Street, Groove and Breakin'
bakin', rebukin' satan, we had you waitin'
For the second funny how time flies when you're rhymin'
La-Fa-Ce records, I think they got that perfect
To be doper Saddam believe the Nation of Islam
Fuck the police and the dogs, sniffin' that up out your car
I think they they boundaries
OJ, not guilty, that's how found he

I the pressure 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. Col' people, who boost my locomotive
But enough of everyone can rap unless they ain't supposed to
I use my gift of gab to boast and in every rhyme I
Compose won't get sick of that

'Cause I I do when I hear those
Flows that hip hop, you find that shit in the gift shop
But to his own, my speech is gon'
Keep that shit up my zone
Long as you happy I'm happy
Even if you just hate my guts go 'head and damp me
I'm gon' damp you anyway and then go home
And pray for yo' ass later 'cause we might you in this war
I'm wailin' on you traitors that