Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Ride

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

Chorus: Wyclef, Product,

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

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

Product, Pras, Wyclef

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

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

Chorus:

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

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