Luyện nghe bài hát Enjoy Da Ride

Yo, I the streets is watchin'
Dirty date niggas blockin' or glockin'
Waitin' for my down four got options
Fuck y'all, can ball, im'a stay rockin'
All emcee's falled I heard the albums droppin'
Nuttin but the hottest rap concoction
in a state of emergency, it's shockin'
I produce joints that up the socket
surf through the mosh pit on some rock shit
Bang your head to this, pump your if your feelin' it
Ride the fuck out, a clip for the fuck of it
This is as as it get, who you rollin' with? (You)
Who the (Wu)
Stay commited, sold my soul to this rap
your roll, strike 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, crash the
So hard the airbags use nasal
Jump out, the shoti (Rasie em up)
I stomp holes if the ground aint paved
Inform the the first 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 and Phat Farm up
I gotta Soul Train award
Never lost to emcee's as lame as
Never, trick a bitch car off
Im a orangatang when the is off
Nigga, and I slowly blast with a axe, and a pump, and a goalie mask
Leavin' stains of blood on your Rolie
When im in your nigga throw me bags

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Lets the night fantastic
Im flexable, they used to me plastic
These big butt bitches get they ass
It is it is, shittin' on y'all kids
Couldn't live where we
I be defeated like nobody used to wizz
Like, when daddy's home can't nobody beat the
Right? You know the clan and you the fuckin' man
rock a mic without a kickstand
Two blunts, and in his wristband
Slap you and your man
Lookin' in your lobby, me stick-man
When it's down, call me quicksand
Zero to sixty in a second, pack a Smith &
And if the is right, you can be the next contestant
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 the joint in the muthafuckin session?

Let a nigga get it
Lubricate y'all veins with "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
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 metal
Smoke it like a till ya optic yellow
The addiction, aint no
I got rap heads fillin' out a prescription
With diciton, they in thick, I put fire to the stakes
And burn the arch, a iron to your face
These long hard years spent Oxy-Cleanin' - make it
Look out! Big 'Sauks is here, hit the