Luyện nghe bài hát Enjoy Da Ride

Yo, I the streets is watchin'
Dirty date niggas caught blockin' or
Waitin' for my four street got options
y'all, y'all can ball, im'a stay rockin'
All emcee's falled I heard the albums droppin'
Nuttin but the hottest hip-hop rap
Rap's in a of emergency, it's shockin'
I produce that loosen up the socket
Crowd surf through the mosh pit on some shit
Bang your head to this, pump your fist if feelin' it
Ride the fuck out, bust a clip for the of it
This is as good as it get, who you rollin' (You)
Who the (Wu)
Stay commited, sold my to this rap shit
Slow your roll, strike a bowl, you get glapped
I roll with, ghetto bastard with
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 aint paved
the former the first step was a warm-up
The next step'll bomb on where your car was
Chikens that'll run in, the barn up
Shots'll tear Sean and Phat Farm up
I never gotta Soul Train
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 with a axe, and a pump, and a goalie mask
Leavin' of blood on your Rolie Glass
When im in your nigga throw me bags

[Method
Lets the night fantastic
Im flexable, they used to call me
big butt bitches get they ass kicked
It is it is, shittin' on y'all kids
Couldn't where we live
I be defeated like nobody used to wizz
Like, when daddy's home can't nobody beat the
Right? You know the clan and you know the man
Meth rock a mic without a
Two blunts, and razors in his
you and your bitch man
Lookin' in lobby, call me stick-man
When it's down, call me quicksand
Zero to sixty in a second, pack a & 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 learn lesson
'cause what if I decide to testin' the joint in the muthafuckin session?

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