Luyện nghe bài hát Wailin'

In the zone like Keyser Soze, always the suspect
No check, all I got in this game is my
And southern pride I be, checkin' my head
Scared, lookin' up in face, Boy I see dead
If you like SAT, then I guess that we may be
Enemies in the P's freestyles be
I be that wrong to fuck with, wouldn't I
Wouldn't I be the wrong one to try, never chicken thighs

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

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

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