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 chain is
The D's is chrome, the frame is
(So it lift up)
Till the motherfucker and break
And knock both of the screws out the licence
Let the games
These rap niggas so far behind me, go taste my rims
Shit, let the chronic as the Daytons spin
It ain't been this much drama since I first Eminem
In the club, X pills like M & Ms
Call it Dre day, we celebratin', bitch bring a
on me, tell the waiter to order another round
And put that cheap-ass hypnotic
(Put your up!)
If you feel the way
Who got 'em hittin' NY to LA

(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)
Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the in this bitch
(Pop and twist up)
Roll up chronic and
In a blunt, call it

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
Move bitch! Who the fuck you think they to see?
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 waist that you touch either
That's — my bitch, and like Crips and Bloods
I'm in the club on some shit
(So nigga up)
Light dub
Bitches get scared when niggas start fighting in the
Ain't nothing but a g-thing, baby it's a
Bounce like you got hydraulics in g-string
I fuck a different seven days a week
Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Storch beat

(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 could fit the world in the club)
the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch
(Pop bottles and up)
up chronic and hash
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,
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' three-wheel motion the ass scrapes
Turn sunset into a motherfucking
Now watch it
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
a new day, and if you ever knew Dre
Motherfucker, you say I was the new Dre
Impala, different spokes
Same chronic, a different smoke

(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, 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)
Roll up and hash
In a blunt, call it