Luyện nghe bài hát Enjoy Da Ride

Yo, I know the streets is
Dirty date niggas caught or glockin'
Waitin' for my down four street got
Fuck y'all, y'all can ball, stay rockin'
All emcee's falled I heard the albums droppin'
Nuttin but the hottest hip-hop rap
Rap's in a state of emergency, shockin'
I produce joints loosen up the socket
Crowd surf through the pit on some rock shit
Bang head to this, pump your fist 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 to this rap shit
Slow your roll, a bowl, you get glapped quick
I roll with, ghetto bastard with
And grab my dick and it, get the picture

Yo, Yo, Yo, I cop a new Benz, crash the
So hard the airbags use pumps
Jump out, cock the (Rasie em up)
I stomp holes if the ground aint paved
the former the first step was a warm-up
The next step'll on where your car alarm was
Chikens run in, burn the barn up
Shots'll tear John and Phat Farm up
I never Soul Train award
Never lost to emcee's as lame as
Never, trick a car payment off
Im a orangatang when the is off
Nigga, ecentric and I slowly blast a axe, and a pump, and a goalie mask
stains of blood on your Rolie Glass
When im in your nigga throw me bags

[Method
trick the night fantastic
Im flexable, used to call me plastic
These big butt bitches get ass kicked
It is what it is, shittin' on kids
Couldn't where we live
I be defeated like nobody used to wizz
Like, when daddy's home nobody beat the kids
You know the clan and you know the fuckin' man
Meth rock a mic without a
Two blunts, and in his wristband
Slap you and bitch man
Lookin' in lobby, call me stick-man
When it's goin' down, call me
to sixty in a second, pack a Smith & Weston
And if the price is right, you can be the contestant
For this aggression, no question, M-E to the F it be
As hard as my erection, kid learn lesson
'cause what if I decide to start the joint in the muthafuckin session?

Let a nigga get it
Lubricate veins with your "Do-It" fluid
I Einstein these rymes, spit these to prove it
Cross with the mac, in fact my games are
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 keep the ghetto, pop metal
it like a cigarette till ya optic yellow
The addiction, aint no
I got them rap heads out a prescription
diciton, they in thick, when I put fire to the stakes
And burn the arch, a iron to your face
These long years spent Oxy-Cleanin' - make it clear
Look out! Big 'Sauks is here, hit the