Luyện nghe bài hát Wailin'

In the like Keyser Soze, always the usual suspect
No check, all I got in this is my respect
And southern pride I be, checkin' my head
Scared, lookin' up in your face, Boy I see
If you like SAT, then 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, never eating thighs

the twenty piece mojo, flow zone like Flo Jo
I wanted to out, just how low could yo' hoe go
The beat hit like Beat Street, Krush and Breakin'
Never bakin', satan, we had you waitin'
For the second funny how time flies when you're rhymin'
records, I think they got that perfect 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, that's how they he

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

'Cause I know I do I hear those
Flows that ain't hip hop, you find that shit in the shop
But to his own, my speech is gon'
Keep that shit up my zone
Long as you happy I'm happy
Even if you just hate my fuckin' go 'head 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