Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Ride

Yo, yo
If you just listen to my lyrics day for a couple of weeks
My techniques will eventually you just like red meat
The Bhagavad Gita beliefs I be so deep
Most critics get mad there's nothin to critique
I'm rappin or rhymin
with irrefutably timin
I'm like, Chaplin pantomimin
If you Blaze, or you James Flames
or you Cremation, I'm Jermaine Propane (Jermaine Propane)
No pain no gain in rap game
For the and fame in order 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 ride
Just ride, just ride, ah just ride e'rybody 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
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 part spiritual, para-physical miracle
And blackout in a minute too
like Bone-Thugs like
"Nigga-what? and stick-em-up"
then crush a Thug's with a chrome slug
The black DeBergerac of rap
with the Anglo-Sax' poetic syntax
In fact, don't even give me dap when I see you
Just don't me no ice grill eye contact either
When you see me, like Beenie on the speakers
"Zim -- who got the fire for my reefa?"

Product, Pras, Wyclef

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

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

Chorus:

[Pro] Crimes on the street, come a lack of eatin
not my cup of tea, but I'll give them the BEST
Motherfuckin
And if you still out here I kick yo' ass
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 crack bottles

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