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, my fuckin' head
Scared, up in your 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 nigga to fuck with, I
Wouldn't I be the wrong one to try, eating 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 Beat Street, Krush and Breakin'
bakin', rebukin' satan, we had you waitin'
For the coming funny how time flies when you're rhymin'
records, I think they got that perfect timin'
To be doper Saddam believe the Nation of Islam
the police and the dogs, sniffin' that dope up out your car
I think they overstep they
OJ, not guilty, that's how they he

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

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