Luyện nghe bài hát Enjoy Da Ride

Yo, I know the is watchin'
date niggas caught blockin' or glockin'
Waitin' for my down four got options
Fuck y'all, y'all can ball, im'a 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
Crowd through the mosh pit on some rock shit
Bang your head to this, pump fist if your feelin' it
Ride the fuck out, bust a clip for the of it
This is as good as it get, who you with? (You)
Who the (Wu)
Stay commited, sold my soul to this rap
Slow roll, strike a bowl, you get glapped quick
I roll with, ghetto bastard biscuits
And grab my dick and flick it, get the

Yo, Yo, Yo, I cop a new Benz, crash the
So hard the use nasal pumps
Jump out, the shoti (Rasie em up)
I stomp if the ground aint paved enough
the former the first step was a warm-up
The step'll bomb on where your car alarm was
Chikens that'll run in, burn the up
Shots'll tear Sean John and Phat up
I never gotta Train award
Never lost to emcee's as lame as
Never, trick a car payment 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 nigga throw me bags

[Method
trick the night fantastic
Im flexable, used to call me plastic
These big butt bitches get ass kicked
It is what it is, on y'all kids
live where we live
I be defeated like nobody used to wizz
Like, daddy's home can't nobody beat the kids
Right? You know the 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 goin' down, call me quicksand
to sixty in a second, pack a Smith & Weston
And if the is right, you can be the next contestant
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 start the joint in the muthafuckin session?

Let a nigga get it
Lubricate veins with your "Do-It" fluid
I Einstein rymes, spit these thangs 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' the weather was warm
And drop heat on the streets through degree storms
And the ghetto, pop your metal
Smoke it a cigarette till ya optic yellow
The addiction, aint no
I got them rap heads out a prescription
diciton, they in thick, when I put fire to the stakes
And burn the arch, a iron to your face
These hard years spent Oxy-Cleanin' - make it clear
out! Big 'Sauks is here, hit the button