Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Ride

Yo, yo
If you listen to my lyrics every day for a couple of weeks
My will eventually kill you just like red meat
The Bhagavad Gita beliefs I speak be so
Most critics get mad because there's nothin to
Whenever I'm rappin or
irrefutably remarkable timin
I'm like, Charlie pantomimin
If you John Blaze, or you James
or you Jack Cremation, I'm Jermaine (Jermaine Propane)
No no gain in this rap game
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 y'all

Wyclef, Product, Pras

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

Yo, if you wanna know, how I kick a
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 blackout in a too
Spittin like Bone-Thugs
"Nigga-what? and stick-em-up"
then crush a Bones with a chrome slug
The black 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 like on the speakers
"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
Old school old school
[Pras] You up and she need some di-ick
[Clef] Just ride, just ride, ah just ride e'rybody just
Just in the hood, just ride, all my .. uh, ah just ride

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

Chorus:

[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
[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] 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 West ride
Ah to the South, down
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Ah just