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 I be, checkin' my fuckin' head
Scared, up in your face, Boy I see dead
If you test like SAT, I guess that we may be
in the P's freestyles be freebies
I be that wrong nigga to with, wouldn't I
Wouldn't I be the wrong one to try, never eating thighs

Only the piece 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 how time flies when you're rhymin'
records, I think they got that perfect timin'
To be doper than Saddam the Nation of Islam
Fuck the police and the dogs, sniffin' that dope up out car
I think they they boundaries
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 dogs my catalog be the size of 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 they ain't to
I use my gift of gab to and brag in every rhyme I
Compose won't y'all get sick of

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