Luyện nghe bài hát Wailin'

In the zone like Keyser Soze, always the suspect
No check, all I got in this is my respect
And southern pride I be, my fuckin' head
Scared, lookin' up in face, Boy I see dead
If you test SAT, then I guess that we may be
Enemies in the P's be freebies
I be that nigga to fuck with, wouldn't I
Wouldn't I be the wrong one to try, never eating chicken

Only the twenty mojo, flow zone 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', rebukin' satan, we had you
For the second coming funny how time flies you're rhymin'
La-Fa-Ce records, I think they got that perfect
To be doper than Saddam the Nation of Islam
the police and the dogs, sniffin' that dope up out your car
I think they overstep they
OJ, not guilty, how they found he

I the pressure like sun shinin', while raining at the same time
I kept on rhymin', not
Storm bringing cats and 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 everyone can rap they ain't supposed to
I use my gift of gab to and brag in every rhyme I
Compose y'all get sick of that

'Cause I I do when I hear those
Flows that ain't hip hop, you find that shit in the gift
But to each his own, my speech is
Keep shit 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' you anyway and then go home
And for yo' ass later 'cause we might need you in this war
I'm wailin' on you traitors that