Luyện nghe bài hát Enjoy Da Ride

Yo, I the streets is watchin'
Dirty date niggas caught blockin' or
Waitin' for my down four got options
Fuck y'all, y'all can ball, im'a stay
All falled when I heard the albums droppin'
but the hottest hip-hop rap concoction
Rap's in a state of emergency, it's
I produce joints loosen up the socket
Crowd surf through the pit on some rock shit
your head 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)
Stay commited, my soul to this rap shit
Slow your roll, a bowl, you get glapped quick
I with, ghetto bastard with 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
out, cock the shoti (Rasie em up)
I stomp holes if the ground aint paved
Inform the former the first step was a
The next step'll bomb on your car alarm was
that'll run in, burn the barn up
Shots'll tear Sean and Phat Farm up
I never gotta Train award
Never lost to emcee's as lame as
Never, trick a bitch car off
Im a when the chain is off
Nigga, ecentric and I slowly blast with a axe, and a pump, and a goalie
Leavin' stains of blood on your Glass
When im in your hood throw me bags

Man]
Lets trick the 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 live where we
I can't be defeated nobody used to wizz
Like, when home can't nobody beat the kids
Right? You know the clan and you know the man
Meth a mic without a kickstand
Two blunts, and in his wristband
you and your bitch man
Lookin' in your lobby, me stick-man
When it's down, call me quicksand
Zero to in a second, pack a Smith & 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 as my erection, kid learn your lesson
'cause what if I decide to start testin' the joint in the muthafuckin

Let a nigga get it
Lubricate veins with your "Do-It" fluid
I Einstein these rymes, spit thangs to prove it
Cross the mac, in fact my games are truest
Now im on the highway, it my way
With the legal, Meth, Roc, and Doc friday
Performin' like the weather was
And drop heat on the streets through degree storms
And the ghetto, pop your metal
it like a cigarette till ya optic yellow
The addiction, no friction
I got them rap heads fillin' out a
With diciton, they in thick, when I put to the stakes
And burn the arch, like a iron to your
These hard years spent Oxy-Cleanin' - make it clear
out! Big 'Sauks is here, hit the button