Luyện nghe bài hát Enjoy Da Ride

Yo, I the streets is watchin'
Dirty date niggas blockin' or glockin'
for my down four street got options
Fuck y'all, y'all can ball, im'a stay
All emcee's falled when I heard the droppin'
Nuttin but the hottest hip-hop rap
Rap's in a state of emergency, it's
I produce joints loosen up the socket
Crowd surf through the mosh pit on rock shit
Bang head to this, pump your fist if your feelin' it
Ride the fuck out, a clip for the fuck of it
is as good as it get, who you rollin' with? (You)
Who the (Wu)
commited, sold my soul to this rap shit
Slow your roll, 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, the front
So the airbags use nasal pumps
Jump out, the shoti (Rasie em up)
I stomp holes if the aint paved enough
Inform the former the first step was a
The next bomb on where your car alarm was
Chikens that'll run in, the barn up
Shots'll tear Sean and Phat Farm up
I never gotta Soul Train
Never lost to as lame 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' of blood on your Rolie Glass
When im in your nigga throw me bags

[Method
Lets the night fantastic
Im flexable, used to call me plastic
These big butt get they ass kicked
It is it is, shittin' on y'all kids
Couldn't live where we
I can't be defeated 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 a kickstand
Two blunts, and in his wristband
Slap you and bitch man
Lookin' in lobby, call me stick-man
When it's goin' down, call me
Zero to in a second, pack a Smith & Weston
And if the is right, you can be the next 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 in the muthafuckin session?

Let a get into it
Lubricate y'all veins with your "Do-It"
I Einstein these rymes, these thangs to prove it
Cross with the mac, in fact my 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
it like 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, a iron to your face
These long hard years Oxy-Cleanin' - make it clear
Look out! Big is here, hit the button