Luyện nghe bài hát Enjoy Da Ride

Yo, I the streets is watchin'
Dirty date niggas caught blockin' or
Waitin' for my down street got options
Fuck y'all, y'all can ball, im'a rockin'
All emcee's falled when I heard the droppin'
Nuttin but the hip-hop rap concoction
Rap's in a of emergency, it's shockin'
I joints that loosen up the socket
surf through the mosh pit on some rock shit
Bang your head to this, pump your fist if feelin' it
Ride the fuck out, a clip for the fuck of it
is as good as it get, who you rollin' with? (You)
Who the (Wu)
Stay commited, sold my soul to rap shit
Slow roll, strike a bowl, you get glapped quick
I roll with, ghetto with biscuits
And my dick and flick it, get the picture

Yo, Yo, Yo, I cop a new Benz, crash the
So hard the airbags use nasal
Jump out, cock the (Rasie em up)
I stomp holes if the ground paved enough
Inform the the first step was a warm-up
The next step'll bomb on where your car was
Chikens that'll run in, the barn up
Shots'll Sean John and Phat Farm up
I never gotta Train award
lost to emcee's as lame as y'all
Never, trick a car payment 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 Rolie
When im in hood nigga throw me bags

Man]
Lets trick the night
Im flexable, used to call me plastic
These big butt bitches get ass kicked
It is it is, shittin' on y'all kids
live where we live
I can't be defeated like nobody used to
Like, daddy's home can't nobody beat the kids
Right? You know the clan and you the fuckin' man
Meth rock a mic a kickstand
Two blunts, and in his wristband
you and your bitch man
Lookin' in your lobby, call me
When goin' down, call me quicksand
Zero to sixty in a second, pack a Smith &
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 your
'cause what if I decide to start testin' the joint in the session?

Let a nigga get it
Lubricate y'all with your "Do-It" fluid
I Einstein these rymes, these thangs to prove it
Cross with the mac, in my games are truest
Now im on the highway, it my way
With Street the legal, Meth, Roc, and Doc
Performin' like the was warm
And drop heat on the streets through zero storms
And keep the ghetto, pop your
Smoke it like a cigarette till ya optic
The addiction, no friction
I got them rap fillin' out a prescription
With diciton, in thick, when I put fire to the stakes
And burn the arch, like a to your face
These long hard years spent Oxy-Cleanin' - it clear
Look out! Big 'Sauks is here, hit the