Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Ride

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

Wyclef, Product, Pras

[Clef] Just ride, just ride, ah just ride just ride
Just ride, just ride, ah just ride e'rybody just
[Pro] When you in the streets and 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 wanna know, how I kick a
when I rip a show, with my lyric-al, I'ma let you
It's difficult, cause I'm a spiritual, part para-physical miracle
And blackout in a minute too
like Bone-Thugs like
"Nigga-what? and stick-em-up"
then crush a Bones with a chrome slug
The black DeBergerac of rap
with the ghetto Anglo-Sax' poetic
In fact, nigga don't give me dap when I see you
don't give me no ice grill eye contact either
When you see me, whylin like Beenie on the
"Zim zimma -- who got the for my reefa?"

Chorus: Product, Pras,

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

Yo I move at a velocity
that'll break your stopwatch if you me
My concrete is like Jumanji
than what you seen in the cinema
A five foot eight, nigga more horsepower than eight cylinders
My brain consists of twin Pentium
the clock speeds of a 586
And nothin about my physical is BASIC
I kick flavor what your tongue is capable of tastin
You'll be so you won't believe your own eyes
like a Jamaican 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] Crimes on the street, come from a lack of
It's not my cup of tea, but I'll them the BEST
BEST
And if you still out here I yo' ass tomorrow
[Can] Old school, old (c'mon!)
And if you still out here, I kick yo' ass tomorrow
[Can] Old school, old (c'mon y'all)
[Pro] Frontin like you buyin food but you buyin crack

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