Luyện nghe bài hát Wailin'

In the zone like Soze, always the usual suspect
No check, all I got in this game is my
And pride I be, checkin' my fuckin' head
Scared, up in your face, Boy I see dead
If you test like SAT, then I guess we may be
in the P's freestyles be freebies
I be that wrong nigga to fuck with, I
Wouldn't I be the wrong one to try, eating chicken thighs

Only the twenty piece mojo, zone like Flo Jo
I wanted to out, just 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 coming funny how time flies you're rhymin'
records, I think they got that perfect timin'
To be doper than Saddam believe the of Islam
Fuck the police and the dogs, sniffin' that up out your car
I think they overstep they
OJ, not guilty, that's how found he

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

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