Luyện nghe bài hát Enjoy Da Ride

Yo, I know the streets is
Dirty niggas caught blockin' or glockin'
Waitin' for my four street got options
Fuck y'all, y'all can ball, stay rockin'
All emcee's falled when I heard the albums
Nuttin but the hip-hop rap concoction
Rap's in a state of emergency, shockin'
I produce joints that up the socket
Crowd surf through the pit on some rock 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 soul to this rap
Slow your roll, strike a bowl, you get quick
I roll with, ghetto bastard biscuits
And my dick and flick it, get the picture

Yo, Yo, Yo, I cop a new Benz, the front
So hard the airbags use nasal
Jump out, cock the (Rasie em up)
I stomp holes if the ground aint paved
Inform the former the first step was a
The next step'll bomb on where car alarm was
Chikens that'll run in, burn the up
Shots'll tear John and Phat Farm up
I gotta Soul Train award
Never to emcee's as lame as y'all
Never, a bitch car payment off
Im a orangatang the chain is off
Nigga, ecentric and I blast with a axe, and a pump, and a goalie mask
Leavin' stains of blood on your Glass
When im in your hood nigga me bags

[Method
Lets trick the fantastic
Im flexable, they used to call me
These big bitches get they ass kicked
It is what it is, shittin' on kids
Couldn't where we live
I can't be defeated like used to wizz
Like, when daddy's home nobody beat the kids
Right? You know the and you know the fuckin' man
Meth rock a mic without a
Two blunts, and razors in his
you and your bitch man
Lookin' in your lobby, me stick-man
When it's down, call me quicksand
Zero to sixty in a second, 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 the joint in the muthafuckin session?

Let a nigga get it
Lubricate y'all veins 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' the weather was warm
And drop on the streets through zero degree storms
And keep the ghetto, pop your
Smoke it like a cigarette till ya yellow
The addiction, no friction
I got them rap 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 hard years spent Oxy-Cleanin' - make it
Look out! Big is here, hit the button