Luyện nghe bài hát Wailin'

In the zone Keyser Soze, always the usual suspect
No check, all I got in this is my respect
And southern pride I be, checkin' my fuckin'
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 wrong nigga to fuck with, wouldn't I
Wouldn't I be the wrong one to try, eating chicken thighs

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

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

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