Luyện nghe bài hát Wailin'

In the zone like Soze, always the usual suspect
No check, all I got in game is my respect
And southern pride I be, checkin' my head
Scared, lookin' up in face, Boy I see dead
If you test like SAT, I guess 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, never chicken thighs

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

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

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