Luyện nghe bài hát Enjoy Da Ride

Yo, I know the is watchin'
Dirty date caught blockin' or glockin'
Waitin' for my four street got options
Fuck 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 that loosen up the socket
Crowd surf through the pit on some rock shit
Bang your head to this, pump your fist if your 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, sold my to this rap shit
Slow your roll, strike a bowl, you get glapped
I with, ghetto bastard with biscuits
And grab my dick and flick it, get the

Yo, Yo, Yo, I cop a new Benz, the front
So hard the airbags use pumps
Jump out, the shoti (Rasie em up)
I stomp holes if the aint paved enough
Inform the the first step was a warm-up
The next step'll bomb on your car alarm was
Chikens that'll run in, burn the up
Shots'll Sean John and Phat 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 when the 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
trick the night fantastic
Im flexable, they used to call me
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 like nobody used to wizz
Like, when daddy's home can't nobody beat the
You know the clan and you know the fuckin' man
Meth rock a mic a kickstand
Two blunts, and razors in his
Slap you and your man
Lookin' in lobby, call me stick-man
When it's goin' down, me quicksand
to sixty in a second, pack a Smith & 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 testin' the joint in the muthafuckin session?

Let a get into it
Lubricate y'all with your "Do-It" fluid
I Einstein these rymes, spit these to prove it
Cross with the mac, in 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 zero degree storms
And the ghetto, pop your metal
Smoke it like a cigarette till ya yellow
The addiction, no friction
I got them rap heads fillin' out a
With diciton, they in thick, when I put fire to the
And burn the arch, like a to your face
These long hard years spent Oxy-Cleanin' - make it
Look out! Big is here, hit the button