Luyện nghe bài hát Wailin'

In the zone like Keyser Soze, the usual suspect
No check, all I got in game is my respect
And southern 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
Enemies in the P's freestyles be
I be that wrong nigga to with, wouldn't I
I be the wrong one to try, never eating chicken thighs

Only the twenty piece mojo, flow zone Flo Jo
I wanted to figure out, how low could yo' hoe go
The beat hit Beat Street, Krush Groove and Breakin'
Never bakin', rebukin' satan, we had you
For the second coming funny how time flies you're rhymin'
La-Fa-Ce records, I they got that perfect timin'
To be doper than Saddam the Nation of Islam
Fuck the police and the dogs, sniffin' dope up out your car
I think overstep they boundaries
OJ, not guilty, how they found 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
Throw up your dukes, I'm hazardous to all you boss hoggs
And Roscoe P. Col' people, who could boost my
But enough of that everyone can rap unless they supposed to
I use my gift of gab to boast and in every rhyme I
Compose won't y'all get of that

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