Luyện nghe bài hát Wailin'

In the zone like Keyser Soze, always the suspect
No check, all I got in this game is my
And southern pride I be, my fuckin' head
Scared, lookin' up in your face, Boy I see
If you test like SAT, I guess that we may be
in the P's freestyles 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 piece mojo, flow zone Flo Jo
I to figure out, just how low could yo' hoe go
The beat hit like Beat Street, Krush and Breakin'
bakin', rebukin' satan, we had you waitin'
For the second coming funny how time when you're rhymin'
records, I think they got that perfect timin'
To be doper than believe the Nation of Islam
Fuck the and the dogs, sniffin' that dope up out your car
I think they overstep they
OJ, not guilty, how they found he

I felt the pressure sun shinin', while raining at the same time
I on rhymin', not complainin'
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. Col' people, who could 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
Compose y'all get sick of that

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