Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Ride

Yo, yo
If you just listen to my 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 nothin to critique
Whenever I'm or rhymin
irrefutably remarkable timin
I'm like, Charlie Chaplin
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 and fame in order to remain
Most real MC's, to adapt 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, ride, ah just ride e'rybody just ride
[Pro] When you in the streets and drivin in your V
if you can see what I see, you're prepared for the
Old school, old school
[Pras] Everybody got to a mac now

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

Product, Pras, Wyclef

[Pro] You came from a bid a nigga was in your crib
And the whole time you thought girl was celebate
[Can] Old old school
[Pras] You locked up and she need some
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 move at a
that'll your stopwatch if you clockin me
My concrete jungle is like
than what you seen in the cinema
A five foot eight, nigga with more horsepower eight cylinders
My brain consists of twin Pentium
the clock speeds of a 586
And nothin about my physical is BASIC
I kick flavor beyond your tongue is capable of tastin
You'll be so surprised you believe your own eyes
It's like a Jamaican seein the snow for the first
of a sort, that distort space and time
It's explainin color to a man that was born blind

Chorus:

[Pro] Crimes on the street, come a lack of eatin
It's not my cup of tea, but I'll give the BEST
BEST
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
[Can] Old school, old (c'mon y'all)
[Pro] like you buyin food but you buyin crack bottles

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