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, stay rockin'
All falled when I heard the albums droppin'
Nuttin but the hip-hop rap concoction
Rap's in a of emergency, it's shockin'
I produce joints that up the socket
Crowd surf the mosh pit on some rock shit
Bang 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 with? (You)
Who the (Wu)
Stay commited, my soul to this rap shit
Slow your roll, strike a bowl, you get quick
I with, ghetto bastard with biscuits
And my dick and flick it, get the picture

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

[Method
Lets trick the fantastic
Im flexable, they used to me plastic
These big butt bitches get ass kicked
It is what it is, shittin' on kids
Couldn't where we live
I can't be like nobody used to wizz
Like, when daddy's can't 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
in your lobby, call me stick-man
When it's down, call me quicksand
to sixty 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 hard as my erection, kid learn lesson
'cause what if I decide to start testin' the in the muthafuckin session?

Let a get into 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' the weather was warm
And drop heat on the streets through degree storms
And keep the ghetto, pop metal
Smoke it like a cigarette till ya optic
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, like a iron to face
These long hard spent Oxy-Cleanin' - make it clear
out! Big 'Sauks is here, hit the button