Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Ride (Clean)

Pull the rag off the
Hit the switch, niggas how the shit go
The is back, the Aftermath chain is gone
The D's is chrome, the is black
(So it lift up)
Till the motherfucker and break
And knock both of the screws out the licence
Let the begin
These rap niggas so far behind me, go taste my rims
Shit, let the chronic burn as the Daytons
It ain't been this much drama since I heard Eminem
In the club, X pills like 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 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 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 west-coast in this
(Pop bottles and up)
Roll up chronic and
In a blunt, call it

Somebody tell me the drinks at
the bitches at
You fucking on the first night, meet me in the
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 with him, and you gotta fuck me
And you gotta fuck Busta, touch Eve
Got something in my waist that you can't touch
— my gangsta bitch, and like Crips and Bloods
I'm in the club on some gangsta
(So nigga up)
Light dub
Bitches get scared when start fighting in the club
Ain't but a g-thing, baby it's a g-thing
like you got hydraulics in your g-string
I fuck a different seven days a week
Hit the switch, watch it bounce a Scott Storch beat

(If I fit the whole hood 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' bounce ass
(If I could fit the hole 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 wasn't coming back, at me now
Hoppin' out the Cherry six-fo' 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 with it, now the world is my ashtray
Ridin' three-wheel motion the ass scrapes
Turn sunset into a drag-race
Now it bounce
Hit the switch, let it bounce till the police shut the shit
(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, spokes
chronic, just a different smoke

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