Luyện nghe bài hát Wailin'

In the zone like Soze, always the usual suspect
No check, all I got in game is my respect
And southern pride I be, checkin' my head
Scared, lookin' up in face, Boy I see dead
If you test like SAT, then I guess we may be
Enemies in the P's freestyles be
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 like Flo Jo
I wanted to figure out, just how low yo' hoe go
The beat hit Beat Street, Krush Groove and Breakin'
bakin', rebukin' satan, we had you waitin'
For the second coming funny how time flies you're rhymin'
La-Fa-Ce records, I think got that perfect timin'
To be doper than Saddam believe the of Islam
Fuck the police and the dogs, sniffin' dope up out your car
I think overstep they boundaries
OJ, not guilty, that's how they he

I felt the pressure like sun shinin', while raining at the same
I on rhymin', not complainin'
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 P. Col' people, who could boost my locomotive
But enough of that can rap unless 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

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