Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Ride (Clean)

Pull the rag off the
Hit the switch, show niggas how the go
The Game is back, the Aftermath is gone
The D's is chrome, the is black
(So watch it up)
Till the bounce and break
And knock both of the screws out the plate
Let the games
These other rap so far behind me, go taste my rims
Shit, let the chronic burn as the Daytons
It ain't been this much since I first heard Eminem
In the club, X pills like M & Ms
Call it Dre day, we celebratin', bitch a friend
Bottles on me, tell the to order another round
And put cheap-ass hypnotic down
(Put your up!)
If you feel the way
Who got 'em hittin' NY to LA

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

Somebody tell me the drinks at
Where the at
You on the first night, meet me in the back
I got a of chronic, and a gang of freaks
Move bitch! Who the you think they came to see?
The of the D R E
You take a picture with him, and you fuck me
And you gotta fuck Busta, can't Eve
Got something in my waist that you touch either
— my gangsta bitch, and like Crips and Bloods
I'm in the club on gangsta shit
(So nigga up)
another dub
Bitches get scared when niggas fighting in the club
Ain't but a g-thing, baby it's a g-thing
Bounce you got hydraulics in your g-string
I fuck a different seven days a week
Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch

(If I could fit the whole 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, when the 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' with the motherfucking top
I'm The Game,
Call your bitch, she ain't home, she with Game,
that, Dre
You passed me the torch, I lit the chronic with it, now the is my ashtray
Ridin' motion 'till the ass scrapes
Turn sunset into a drag-race
Now it bounce
Hit the switch, let it bounce till the police the shit down
(When you hit the club)
Tell 'em you came 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, a different smoke

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