Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Ride

Yo, yo
If you just listen to my lyrics day for a couple of weeks
My techniques will kill you just like red meat
The Bhagavad beliefs I speak be so deep
Most critics get mad because there's to critique
I'm rappin or rhymin
with irrefutably timin
I'm like, Charlie Chaplin
If you John Blaze, or you Flames
or you Jack Cremation, I'm Jermaine (Jermaine Propane)
No pain no gain in this rap
For the and fame in order to remain
Most real MC's, learn to adapt to the
or get washed away tears in the rain, in the rain y'all

Chorus: Wyclef, Product,

[Clef] Just ride, just ride, ah just ride e'rybody ride
Just ride, just ride, ah just ride just ride
[Pro] When you in the streets and you're in your V
if you can see I see, you're prepared for the jackers
Old school, old school
[Pras] got to pack a mac now

Yo, if you wanna know, how I a flow
when I rip a show, my lyric-al, I'ma let you know
difficult, cause I'm a part spiritual, part para-physical miracle
And I'ma in a minute too
Spittin like Bone-Thugs
"Nigga-what? and stick-em-up"
then a Thug's Bones with a chrome slug
The black DeBergerac of rap
the ghetto Anglo-Sax' poetic syntax
In fact, nigga don't even me dap when I see you
Just don't me no ice grill eye contact either
When you see me, whylin like Beenie on the
"Zim -- who got the fire for my reefa?"

Product, Pras, Wyclef

[Pro] You home from a bid a nigga was in your crib
And the whole you thought your girl was celebate
[Can] Old school old
You locked up and she need some di-ick
[Clef] Just ride, just ride, ah just ride e'rybody ride
Just ride in the hood, ride, all my .. uh, ah just ride

Yo physically I at a velocity
that'll break your if you clockin me
My concrete is like Jumanji
Iller what you seen in the cinema
A foot eight, nigga with more horsepower than eight cylinders
My consists of twin Pentium chips
the clock speeds of a 586
And nothin about my matrix is BASIC
I kick flavor beyond what your tongue is of tastin
You'll be so you won't believe your own eyes
It's like a seein the snow for the first time
Rhymes of a sort, distort space and time
It's like color to a man that was born blind

Chorus:

[Pro] on the street, come from a lack of eatin
not my cup of tea, but I'll give them the BEST
Motherfuckin
And if you out here I kick yo' ass tomorrow
Old school, old school (c'mon!)
[Pro] And if you still out here, I yo' ass tomorrow
[Can] Old school, old (c'mon y'all)
[Pro] Frontin you buyin food but you buyin crack bottles

Ah just ride, ah just
in the East just ride
Ah just ride, ah ride
Everybody in the West ride
Ah to the South, down
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Ah ride