Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Ride (Clean)

Pull the rag off the
Hit the switch, show how the shit go
The Game is back, the Aftermath chain is
The D's is chrome, the is black
(So it lift up)
Till the motherfucker bounce and
And knock of the screws out the licence plate
Let the begin
These other rap niggas so far 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, poppin' X pills M & Ms
Call it Dre day, we celebratin', bitch bring a
Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order round
And put cheap-ass hypnotic down
(Put your up!)
If you the same way
Who got 'em switches NY to LA

(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, when the six-fo' 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 chronic and
In a blunt, call it

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

(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 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 chronic and
In a blunt, it Aftermath

Niggas thought I wasn't back, look at me now
Hoppin' out the same Cherry with the motherfucking top down
I'm The Game,
your 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 motion 'till the ass
sunset into a motherfucking drag-race
Now it bounce
Hit the switch, let it bounce till the police 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 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 bitch
(Pop and twist up)
Roll up and hash
In a blunt, call it