Luyện nghe bài hát Enjoy Da Ride

Yo, I know the is watchin'
Dirty date caught blockin' or glockin'
Waitin' for my down four got options
y'all, y'all can ball, im'a stay rockin'
All emcee's falled when I the albums droppin'
Nuttin but the hottest hip-hop rap
Rap's in a state of emergency, shockin'
I produce that loosen up the socket
Crowd surf through the mosh pit on some rock
Bang your head to this, pump fist if your feelin' it
Ride the fuck out, a clip for the fuck of it
This is as as it get, who you rollin' with? (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 bastard biscuits
And my dick and flick it, get the picture

Yo, Yo, Yo, I cop a new Benz, crash the
So hard the airbags use nasal
Jump out, cock the (Rasie em up)
I holes if the ground aint paved enough
Inform the former the step was a warm-up
The next step'll on where your car alarm was
Chikens that'll run in, burn the up
Shots'll tear Sean John and Farm up
I never gotta Train award
Never lost to emcee's as as y'all
Never, a bitch car payment off
Im a orangatang when the is off
Nigga, ecentric and I slowly blast with a axe, and a pump, and a mask
Leavin' stains of blood on your Glass
When im in your hood nigga throw me

Man]
Lets the night fantastic
Im flexable, they used to call me
These big butt get they ass kicked
It is what it is, shittin' on y'all
live where we live
I can't be defeated like nobody used to
Like, daddy's home can't nobody beat the kids
Right? You know the clan and you the fuckin' man
rock a mic without a kickstand
Two blunts, and razors in his
Slap you and bitch man
Lookin' in your lobby, call me
it's goin' down, call me quicksand
Zero to sixty in a second, a Smith & Weston
And if the price is right, you can be the next
For this aggression, no question, M-E to the F it be
As hard as my erection, kid your lesson
'cause what if I decide to start the joint in the muthafuckin session?

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