Luyện nghe bài hát Enjoy Da Ride

Yo, I know the is watchin'
Dirty date niggas caught or glockin'
Waitin' for my four street got options
y'all, y'all can ball, im'a stay rockin'
All emcee's when I heard the albums droppin'
Nuttin but the hottest hip-hop rap
Rap's in a of emergency, it's shockin'
I produce joints loosen up the socket
Crowd surf the mosh pit on some rock shit
Bang your to this, pump your fist if your feelin' it
Ride the out, bust a clip for the fuck of it
This is as good as it get, who you rollin' (You)
Who the (Wu)
Stay commited, sold my soul to rap shit
your roll, strike a bowl, you get glapped quick
I roll with, ghetto with biscuits
And grab my dick and flick it, get the

Yo, Yo, Yo, I cop a new Benz, crash the
So hard the airbags use nasal
Jump out, the shoti (Rasie em up)
I stomp holes if the ground paved enough
Inform the former the first was a warm-up
The next step'll bomb on your car alarm was
Chikens that'll run in, the barn up
Shots'll Sean John and Phat Farm up
I never gotta Train award
Never to emcee's as lame as y'all
Never, trick a bitch car off
Im a when the chain is off
Nigga, ecentric and I slowly blast with a axe, and a pump, and a mask
Leavin' stains of blood on your Rolie
When im in your hood nigga me bags

Man]
Lets trick the fantastic
Im flexable, they used to call me
These big butt bitches get ass kicked
It is what it is, shittin' on y'all
Couldn't where we live
I can't be defeated like used to wizz
Like, when home can't nobody beat the kids
Right? You know the and you know the fuckin' man
Meth a mic without a kickstand
Two blunts, and in his wristband
you and your bitch man
Lookin' in lobby, call me stick-man
it's goin' down, call me quicksand
Zero to sixty in a second, pack a & Weston
And if the price is right, you can be the contestant
For aggression, no question, M-E to the F it be flexin'
As as my erection, kid learn your lesson
'cause what if I decide to start testin' the in the muthafuckin session?

Let a nigga get it
Lubricate y'all with your "Do-It" fluid
I Einstein these rymes, spit thangs to prove it
Cross with the mac, in fact my are truest
Now im on the highway, it my way
With the legal, Meth, Roc, and Doc friday
Performin' like the weather was
And drop heat on the streets zero degree storms
And keep the ghetto, pop metal
Smoke it like a cigarette till ya yellow
The addiction, aint no
I got them rap heads fillin' out a
With diciton, they in thick, I put fire to the stakes
And burn the arch, a iron to your face
These long hard years spent - make it clear
Look out! Big is here, hit the button