Luyện nghe bài hát Enjoy Da Ride

Yo, I know the streets is
Dirty niggas caught blockin' or glockin'
Waitin' for my four street got options
y'all, y'all can ball, im'a stay rockin'
All emcee's falled when I heard the droppin'
Nuttin but the hip-hop rap concoction
Rap's in a state of emergency, it's
I produce joints that up the socket
Crowd surf through the mosh pit on rock shit
Bang your to this, pump your fist if your feelin' it
Ride the fuck out, bust a for the fuck of it
This is as good as it get, who you with? (You)
Who the (Wu)
Stay commited, my soul to this rap shit
Slow your roll, strike a bowl, you get 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
out, cock the shoti (Rasie em up)
I stomp holes if the aint paved enough
Inform the former the step was a warm-up
The next bomb on where your car alarm was
Chikens run in, burn the barn up
Shots'll Sean John and Phat Farm up
I never gotta Soul award
Never to emcee's as lame as y'all
Never, trick a car payment off
Im a when the chain is off
Nigga, and I slowly blast with a axe, and a pump, and a goalie mask
Leavin' of blood on your Rolie Glass
im in your hood nigga throw me bags

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Lets the night fantastic
Im flexable, they used to call me
big butt bitches get they ass kicked
It is what it is, on y'all kids
Couldn't live where we
I can't be like nobody used to wizz
Like, when daddy's can't nobody beat the kids
Right? You know the clan and you know the man
Meth rock a mic a kickstand
Two blunts, and razors in his
Slap you and bitch man
Lookin' in lobby, call me stick-man
When it's goin' down, call me
Zero to sixty in a second, pack a & 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 your
'cause what if I decide to start testin' the joint in the muthafuckin

Let a get into it
Lubricate y'all veins 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
With 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 a cigarette till ya optic yellow
The addiction, no friction
I got them rap heads out a prescription
With diciton, they in thick, when I put fire to the
And burn the arch, like a iron to face
These long hard years Oxy-Cleanin' - make it clear
Look out! Big 'Sauks is here, hit the