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, I guess that we may be
in the P's freestyles be freebies
I be that wrong nigga to with, wouldn't I
Wouldn't I be the wrong one to try, eating chicken thighs

the twenty piece mojo, flow zone like Flo Jo
I wanted to figure out, how low could yo' hoe go
The beat hit Beat Street, Krush Groove and Breakin'
bakin', rebukin' satan, we had you waitin'
For the second coming funny how time when you're rhymin'
La-Fa-Ce records, I think they got perfect timin'
To be doper than Saddam believe the Nation of
Fuck the police and the dogs, that dope up out your car
I think they they boundaries
OJ, not guilty, how they found he

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

'Cause I know I do I hear those
Flows that 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 my fuckin' guts go 'head and damp me
Cause I'm gon' damp you anyway and go home
And pray for yo' ass later 'cause we might you in this war
I'm wailin' on you traitors that