Luyện nghe bài hát Enjoy Da Ride

Yo, I know the is watchin'
Dirty date niggas blockin' or glockin'
for my down four street got options
Fuck y'all, y'all can ball, 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, shockin'
I produce joints loosen up the socket
Crowd surf the mosh pit on some rock shit
Bang your head to this, your fist if your feelin' it
the fuck out, bust a clip for the fuck of it
This is as good as it get, who you with? (You)
Who the (Wu)
Stay commited, sold my soul to this rap
Slow your roll, strike a bowl, you get quick
I roll with, bastard with 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
Jump out, cock the (Rasie em up)
I stomp holes if the aint paved enough
Inform the former the first was a warm-up
The next step'll bomb on your car alarm was
Chikens that'll run in, 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, trick a car payment 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 nigga throw me

[Method
trick the night fantastic
Im flexable, used to call me plastic
These big bitches get they ass kicked
It is it is, shittin' on y'all kids
live where we live
I can't be defeated nobody used to wizz
Like, daddy's home can't nobody beat the kids
Right? You know the and you know the fuckin' man
rock a mic without a kickstand
Two blunts, and in his wristband
you and your 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 is right, you can be the next contestant
For this aggression, no question, M-E to the F it be
As as my erection, kid learn your lesson
what if I decide to start testin' the joint in the muthafuckin session?

Let a nigga get it
Lubricate y'all with 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 Street the legal, Meth, Roc, and Doc
Performin' the weather was warm
And drop on the streets through zero degree storms
And keep the ghetto, pop metal
Smoke it like a cigarette till ya yellow
The addiction, aint no
I got them rap heads out a prescription
With diciton, they in thick, when I put to the stakes
And burn the arch, a iron to your face
These long hard spent Oxy-Cleanin' - make it clear
Look out! Big 'Sauks is here, hit the