Luyện nghe bài hát Wailin'

In the zone like Soze, always the usual suspect
No check, all I got in game is my respect
And southern I be, checkin' my fuckin' 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 wrong nigga to fuck with, wouldn't I
Wouldn't I be the one to try, never eating chicken thighs

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

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

'Cause I know I do when I hear
Flows that hip hop, you find that shit in the gift shop
But to each his own, my speech is
Keep that up outta my zone
Long as you happy then I'm
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 'cause we might need you in this war
I'm on you traitors like that