Luyện nghe bài hát Enjoy Da Ride

Yo, I know the streets is
Dirty date niggas caught or glockin'
Waitin' for my down street got options
Fuck y'all, can ball, im'a stay rockin'
All emcee's falled when I the albums droppin'
Nuttin but the hottest hip-hop rap
Rap's in a state of emergency, it's
I joints that loosen up the socket
Crowd through the mosh pit on some rock shit
your head to this, pump your fist if your feelin' it
Ride the fuck out, bust a clip for the of it
is as good as it get, who you rollin' with? (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 and flick it, get the picture

Yo, Yo, Yo, I cop a new Benz, crash the
So hard the use nasal pumps
out, cock the shoti (Rasie em up)
I stomp holes if the ground aint paved
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 tear John and Phat Farm up
I never Soul Train award
Never to emcee's as lame as y'all
Never, a bitch car payment off
Im a when the chain is off
Nigga, ecentric and I blast with a axe, and a pump, and a goalie mask
Leavin' stains of blood on Rolie Glass
When im in your hood nigga me bags

[Method
Lets the night fantastic
Im flexable, they used to me plastic
big butt bitches get they ass kicked
It is it is, shittin' on y'all kids
Couldn't live we live
I can't be defeated like nobody used to
Like, when daddy's home can't nobody beat the
Right? You know the clan and you know the man
Meth rock a mic a kickstand
Two blunts, and in his wristband
you and your bitch man
Lookin' in lobby, call me stick-man
it's goin' down, call me quicksand
Zero to sixty in a second, pack a & 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 your 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 rymes, spit these thangs to prove it
Cross with the mac, in fact my are truest
Now im on the highway, it my way
With Street the legal, Meth, Roc, and Doc
like the weather was warm
And drop heat on the streets through zero degree
And the ghetto, pop your metal
Smoke it a cigarette till ya optic yellow
The addiction, no friction
I got rap heads fillin' out a prescription
With diciton, they in thick, when I put to the stakes
And burn the arch, like a iron to face
long hard years spent Oxy-Cleanin' - make it clear
Look out! Big 'Sauks is here, hit the