Luyện nghe bài hát Wailin'

In the zone like Keyser Soze, the usual 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 like SAT, then I guess that we may be
Enemies in the P's be freebies
I be that wrong nigga to fuck with, I
Wouldn't I be the wrong one to try, never eating chicken

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

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

'Cause I I do when I hear those
Flows that ain't hip hop, you find that shit in the shop
But to each his own, my speech is
Keep that shit up outta my
as you happy then I'm happy
Even if you just hate my fuckin' guts go and damp me
I'm gon' damp 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