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 frame is
(So watch it up)
Till the bounce and break
And knock of the screws out the licence plate
Let the games
These other rap niggas so far behind me, go taste my
Shit, let the chronic burn as the Daytons
It ain't been this much drama since I first Eminem
In the club, poppin' X pills M & Ms
it Dre day, we celebratin', bitch bring a friend
Bottles on me, the waiter to order another round
And put that hypnotic down
(Put 'cris up!)
If you the same 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 in the back
(I it into a strip-club)
Call it a lap-dance, when the bounce that ass
(If I could fit the world in the club)
Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this
(Pop and twist up)
Roll up and hash
In a blunt, it Aftermath

Somebody tell me where the at
Where the at
You on the first night, meet me in the back
I got a pound of chronic, and a of freaks
bitch! Who the fuck you think they came to see?
The of the D R E
You take a picture with him, and you gotta me
And you gotta Busta, can't touch Eve
Got something in my that you can't touch either
That's — my gangsta bitch, and like and Bloods
I'm in the on some gangsta shit
(So nigga up)
another dub
Bitches get scared niggas start 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 bitch seven days a
Hit the switch, watch it like a Scott Storch beat

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

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

(If I could fit the whole in the club)
Hop in the low-rider, long as you got in the back
(I turn it 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 my shit, the west-coast in this bitch
(Pop and twist up)
Roll up and hash
In a blunt, call it