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 your face, Boy I see
If you like SAT, then I guess that we may be
Enemies in the P's be freebies
I be wrong nigga to fuck with, wouldn't I
Wouldn't I be the wrong one to try, never eating thighs

Only the twenty piece mojo, zone 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 how time flies when you're rhymin'
La-Fa-Ce records, I they got that perfect timin'
To be doper Saddam believe the Nation of Islam
Fuck the police and the dogs, sniffin' dope up out your car
I think they overstep they
OJ, not guilty, that's how they he

I felt the like sun shinin', while raining at the same time
I on rhymin', not complainin'
Storm bringing cats and dogs my catalog be the of golf balls
Throw up your dukes, I'm hazardous to all you boss hoggs
And Roscoe P. Col' people, who boost my locomotive
But enough of that everyone can rap they ain't supposed to
I use my of gab to boast and brag in every 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 that shit in the gift shop
But to each his own, my speech is
Keep shit up outta my zone
Long as you happy then I'm
Even if you just hate my fuckin' guts go and damp me
Cause I'm gon' damp you and then go home
And pray for yo' ass later 'cause we might need you in war
I'm wailin' on you traitors like