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 kill you just red meat
The Bhagavad Gita I speak be so deep
Most critics get mad because nothin to critique
Whenever I'm rappin or
with remarkable timin
I'm like, Charlie pantomimin
If you John Blaze, or you James
or you Jack Cremation, I'm Propane (Jermaine Propane)
No pain no gain in this rap
For the and fame in order to remain
Most real MC's, to adapt to the change
or get washed like tears in the rain, in the rain y'all

Wyclef, Product, Pras

[Clef] Just ride, just ride, ah just ride e'rybody just
Just ride, just ride, ah just ride e'rybody just
[Pro] you in the streets and you're drivin in your V
if you can see what I see, prepared for the jackers
[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, with my lyric-al, I'ma let you
It's difficult, cause I'm a part spiritual, part para-physical
And I'ma in a minute too
Spittin Bone-Thugs like
"Nigga-what? and stick-em-up"
then a Thug's Bones with a chrome slug
The Cyrano DeBergerac of rap
the ghetto Anglo-Sax' poetic syntax
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 -- who got the fire 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
[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 just

Yo I move at a velocity
that'll break stopwatch if you clockin me
My jungle is like Jumanji
Iller than you seen in the cinema
A five foot eight, nigga more horsepower than eight cylinders
My brain of twin Pentium chips
Double the clock 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 won't believe your own
It's a Jamaican seein the snow for the first time
Rhymes of a sort, distort space and time
It's explainin color to a man that was born blind

Product

[Pro] Crimes on the street, from a lack of eatin
It's not my cup of tea, but I'll them the BEST
BEST
And if you still out here I yo' ass tomorrow
Old school, old school (c'mon!)
[Pro] And if you still out here, I yo' ass tomorrow
Old school, old school (c'mon y'all)
[Pro] Frontin like you buyin food but you buyin crack

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