Luyện nghe bài hát Enjoy Da Ride

Yo, I the streets is watchin'
Dirty date niggas caught or glockin'
Waitin' for my four street got options
Fuck y'all, y'all can ball, im'a 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 joints that loosen up the socket
Crowd through 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
Slow roll, strike a bowl, you get glapped quick
I roll with, ghetto with biscuits
And grab my and flick it, get the picture

Yo, Yo, Yo, I cop a new Benz, crash the
So hard the airbags use pumps
out, cock the shoti (Rasie em up)
I stomp holes if the ground aint enough
Inform the former the first step was a
The next step'll on where your car alarm was
Chikens run in, burn the barn up
Shots'll Sean John and Phat Farm up
I gotta Soul Train award
Never lost to emcee's as as y'all
Never, trick a bitch car off
Im a orangatang the chain is off
Nigga, ecentric and I slowly with a axe, and a pump, and a goalie mask
Leavin' stains of on your Rolie Glass
When im in your nigga throw me bags

[Method
trick the night fantastic
Im flexable, they used to call me
These big bitches get they ass kicked
It is what it is, shittin' on y'all
Couldn't where we live
I be defeated like nobody used to wizz
Like, when daddy's can't nobody beat the kids
You know the clan and you know the fuckin' man
Meth rock a mic without a
Two blunts, and in his wristband
Slap you and your man
in your lobby, call me stick-man
When it's goin' down, call me
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 joint in the session?

Let a nigga get it
Lubricate y'all with your "Do-It" fluid
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' the weather was warm
And drop heat on the streets through degree storms
And keep the ghetto, pop your
Smoke it like a cigarette ya optic yellow
The addiction, aint no
I got them rap heads out a prescription
With diciton, they in thick, I put fire to the stakes
And burn the arch, like a to your face
These long hard years spent Oxy-Cleanin' - it clear
Look out! Big is here, hit the button