Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Ride (Clean)

Pull the rag off the
Hit the switch, niggas how the shit go
The Game is back, the Aftermath is gone
The D's is chrome, the frame is
(So it lift up)
Till the bounce and break
And knock both of the screws out the licence
Let the games
other rap niggas so far behind me, go taste my rims
Shit, let the chronic burn as the spin
It been this much drama since I first heard Eminem
In the club, poppin' X pills M & Ms
it Dre day, we celebratin', bitch bring a friend
Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another
And put that hypnotic down
(Put 'cris up!)
If you the same way
Who got 'em hittin' NY to LA

(If I fit the whole hood in the club)
Hop in the low-rider, long as you got in the back
(I it into a strip-club)
Call it a lap-dance, the six-fo' bounce that ass
(If I fit the hole world in the club)
Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this
(Pop bottles and up)
Roll up chronic and
In a blunt, it Aftermath

Somebody me where the drinks at
the bitches at
You fucking on the night, meet me in the back
I got a pound of chronic, and a gang of
Move bitch! Who the fuck you think came to see?
The of the D R E
You take a picture him, and you gotta fuck me
And you gotta fuck Busta, touch Eve
Got in my waist that you can't touch either
That's — my gangsta bitch, and like Crips and
I'm in the club on some shit
(So twist up)
Light dub
Bitches get scared when start fighting in the club
Ain't nothing but a g-thing, baby a g-thing
Bounce you got hydraulics in your g-string
I fuck a different bitch days a week
Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch

(If I could fit the hood in the club)
Hop in the low-rider, long as you got in the back
(I turn it a strip-club)
it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass
(If I could fit the hole in the club)
Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the in this bitch
(Pop and twist up)
Roll up and hash
In a blunt, call it

Niggas thought I wasn't coming back, at me now
Hoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo' the motherfucking top down
I'm The Game,
Call your bitch, she home, she with Game, nigga
that, Dre
You passed me the torch, I lit the with it, now the world is my ashtray
Ridin' three-wheel motion 'till the ass
Turn sunset a motherfucking drag-race
Now it bounce
Hit the switch, let it till the police shut the shit down
(When you hit the club)
'em you came with me
(We gonna up)
In the V.I.P
It's a new day, and if you ever Dre
Motherfucker, you say I was the new Dre
Same Impala, different
Same chronic, just a different

(If I fit the whole hood in the club)
Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the
(I it into a strip-club)
it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass
(If I could fit the world in the club)
Tell the DJ to my shit, the west-coast in this bitch
(Pop bottles and up)
Roll up and hash
In a blunt, call it