Luyện nghe bài hát Enjoy Da Ride

Yo, I know the streets is
Dirty date niggas blockin' or glockin'
Waitin' for my down four street got
y'all, y'all can ball, im'a stay rockin'
All falled when I heard the albums droppin'
Nuttin but the hottest hip-hop rap
Rap's in a of emergency, it's shockin'
I produce that loosen up the socket
Crowd surf through the mosh pit on some shit
Bang your head to this, 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
your roll, strike a bowl, you get glapped 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 step was a
The next step'll bomb on where your car was
Chikens that'll run in, burn the up
Shots'll tear Sean John and Farm up
I never gotta Train award
Never to emcee's as lame as y'all
Never, trick a bitch car off
Im a when the chain is off
Nigga, ecentric and I slowly blast a axe, and a pump, and a goalie mask
Leavin' stains of blood on your Glass
When im in your hood nigga throw me

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Lets the night fantastic
Im flexable, used to call me plastic
These big butt bitches get ass kicked
It is what it is, shittin' on y'all
Couldn't live we live
I can't be defeated like nobody to wizz
Like, when home can't nobody beat the kids
Right? You the clan and you know the fuckin' man
Meth a mic without a kickstand
Two blunts, and razors in his
Slap you and bitch man
Lookin' in lobby, call me stick-man
it's goin' down, call me quicksand
Zero to sixty in a second, a Smith & Weston
And if the is right, you can be the next contestant
For aggression, no question, M-E to the F it be flexin'
As hard as my erection, kid learn your
'cause what if I decide to start testin' the joint in the session?

Let a get into it
y'all veins with your "Do-It" fluid
I Einstein rymes, spit these thangs to prove it
Cross with the mac, in my games are truest
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 zero storms
And the ghetto, pop your metal
it like 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
These long years spent Oxy-Cleanin' - make it clear
Look out! Big 'Sauks is here, hit the