Luyện nghe bài hát Enjoy Da Ride

Yo, I know the streets is
Dirty date niggas caught blockin' or
Waitin' for my down four got options
y'all, y'all can ball, im'a stay rockin'
All emcee's when I heard the albums droppin'
Nuttin but the hottest rap concoction
Rap's in a of emergency, it's shockin'
I produce joints loosen up the socket
Crowd surf through the mosh pit on some rock
Bang your to this, pump your 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 rollin' (You)
Who the (Wu)
commited, sold my soul to this rap shit
Slow your roll, strike a bowl, you get glapped
I roll with, ghetto bastard biscuits
And grab my and flick it, get the picture

Yo, Yo, Yo, I cop a new Benz, the front
So hard the airbags use nasal
out, cock the shoti (Rasie em up)
I stomp if the ground aint paved enough
Inform the former the step was a warm-up
The step'll bomb on where your car alarm was
Chikens run in, burn the barn up
Shots'll tear Sean John and Farm up
I never gotta Soul Train
Never lost to emcee's as as y'all
Never, a bitch car payment off
Im a orangatang the chain is off
Nigga, ecentric and I slowly blast with a axe, and a pump, and a goalie
Leavin' stains of on your Rolie Glass
im in your hood nigga throw me bags

[Method
Lets trick the night
Im flexable, they used to call me
These big bitches get they ass kicked
It is it is, shittin' on y'all kids
Couldn't live we live
I can't be defeated like nobody to wizz
Like, when daddy's 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 your lobby, call me
When it's goin' down, me quicksand
Zero to sixty in a second, pack a & Weston
And if the price is right, you can be the next
For aggression, no question, M-E to the F it be flexin'
As hard as my erection, kid your lesson
'cause what if I decide to start testin' the joint in the muthafuckin

Let a get into it
Lubricate y'all veins with "Do-It" fluid
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 weather was
And drop heat on the streets through zero 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, in thick, when I put fire to the stakes
And the arch, like a iron to your face
long hard years spent Oxy-Cleanin' - make it clear
Look out! Big is here, hit the button