Luyện nghe bài hát Wailin'

In the zone like Soze, always the usual suspect
No check, all I got in this is my respect
And pride I be, checkin' my fuckin' head
Scared, lookin' up in face, Boy I see dead
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 wrong one to try, never chicken thighs

Only the twenty piece mojo, zone like Flo Jo
I wanted to out, just how low could yo' hoe go
The beat hit like Beat Street, Krush Groove and
bakin', rebukin' satan, we had you waitin'
For the second coming funny how time flies when you're
La-Fa-Ce records, I think they got that perfect
To be doper than Saddam believe the Nation of
Fuck the police and the dogs, that dope up out your car
I think they overstep boundaries
OJ, not guilty, how they found he

I felt the like sun shinin', while raining at the same time
I kept on rhymin', not
Storm bringing cats and dogs my be the size of golf balls
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 unless 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 when I hear
Flows that ain't hip hop, you find shit in the gift shop
But to each his own, my is gon'
Keep that shit up outta my
Long as you then I'm happy
if you just hate my fuckin' guts go 'head and damp me
Cause I'm gon' damp you anyway and go home
And pray for yo' ass later 'cause we might you in this war
I'm on you traitors like that