Luyện nghe bài hát Wailin'

In the zone like Soze, always the usual suspect
No check, all I got in this is my respect
And southern pride I be, checkin' my fuckin'
Scared, lookin' up in face, Boy I see dead
If you test like SAT, then I that we may be
Enemies in the P's freestyles be
I be that nigga to fuck with, wouldn't I
Wouldn't I be the wrong one to try, 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 Street, Krush Groove and Breakin'
bakin', rebukin' satan, we had you waitin'
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 and the dogs, sniffin' that dope up out your car
I think they overstep boundaries
OJ, not guilty, how they found he

I the pressure like 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
up your 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 ain't supposed to
I use my of gab to boast 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 speech is
Keep that shit up my zone
Long as you happy then I'm
Even if you hate my fuckin' guts go 'head and damp me
I'm gon' damp you anyway and then go home
And for yo' ass later 'cause we might need you in this war
I'm wailin' on you like that