Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Ride

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

Chorus: Wyclef, Product,

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

Yo, if you know, how I kick 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 blackout in a minute too
like Bone-Thugs like
"Nigga-what? and stick-em-up"
then crush a Thug's Bones with a chrome
The Cyrano DeBergerac of rap
with the ghetto Anglo-Sax' syntax
In fact, don't even give me dap when I see you
don't give me no ice grill eye contact either
When you see me, whylin Beenie on the speakers
"Zim -- who got the fire for my reefa?"

Chorus: Product, Pras,

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

Yo physically I move at a
that'll break your stopwatch if you me
My concrete jungle is like
than what you seen in the cinema
A five foot eight, nigga with more horsepower than eight
My brain of twin Pentium chips
the clock speeds of a 586
And nothin about my physical is BASIC
I kick flavor beyond what your tongue is capable of
You'll be so surprised you believe your own eyes
It's like a seein the snow for the first time
Rhymes of a sort, that space and time
It's like explainin to a man that was born blind

Product

[Pro] Crimes on the street, 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 kick yo' ass
Old school, old school (c'mon y'all)
[Pro] like you buyin food but you buyin crack bottles

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