Luyện nghe bài hát Enjoy Da Ride

Yo, I know the streets is
date niggas caught blockin' or glockin'
Waitin' for my down street got options
Fuck y'all, can ball, im'a stay rockin'
All emcee's falled when I heard the albums
Nuttin but the hottest hip-hop rap
in a state of emergency, it's shockin'
I produce joints loosen up the socket
surf through the mosh pit on some rock shit
Bang your head to this, pump your 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)
commited, sold my soul to this rap shit
Slow your roll, strike a bowl, you get quick
I roll with, ghetto with biscuits
And grab my and flick it, get the picture

Yo, Yo, Yo, I cop a new Benz, the front
So hard the airbags use pumps
out, cock the shoti (Rasie em up)
I stomp holes if the ground paved enough
the former the first step was a warm-up
The next step'll bomb on where your car was
Chikens that'll run in, burn the up
tear Sean John and Phat Farm up
I gotta Soul Train award
lost to emcee's as lame as y'all
Never, a bitch car payment off
Im a orangatang the chain is off
Nigga, ecentric and I slowly blast a axe, and a pump, and a goalie mask
Leavin' of blood on your Rolie Glass
When im in your hood nigga me bags

[Method
Lets trick the night
Im flexable, they to call me plastic
These big butt bitches get ass kicked
It is what it is, shittin' on y'all
Couldn't live we live
I be defeated like nobody used to wizz
Like, when home can't nobody beat the kids
Right? You the clan and you know the fuckin' man
Meth rock a mic without a
Two blunts, and in his wristband
Slap you and bitch man
Lookin' in your lobby, me stick-man
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 as my erection, kid learn your lesson
'cause what if I decide to start testin' the joint in the session?

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