Luyện nghe bài hát Wailin'

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

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

I felt the pressure like sun shinin', while raining at the same
I on rhymin', not complainin'
Storm bringing cats and dogs my catalog be the size of golf
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 they supposed to
I use my gift of gab to boast and in every rhyme I
Compose won't get sick of that

'Cause I know I do when I hear
Flows that ain't hip hop, you find that in the gift shop
But to each his own, my speech is
Keep that shit up outta my
Long as you then I'm happy
if you just hate my fuckin' guts go 'head and damp 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 on you traitors like that