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 watch it up)
Till the motherfucker and break
And knock both of the screws out the plate
Let the games
other 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 I first heard Eminem
In the club, X pills like M & Ms
Call it Dre day, we celebratin', bring a friend
Bottles on me, tell the waiter to another round
And put that cheap-ass hypnotic
(Put your up!)
If you feel the 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' 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)
up chronic and hash
In a blunt, it Aftermath

Somebody tell me where the at
Where the at
You fucking on the first night, me in the back
I got a of chronic, and a gang of freaks
Move bitch! Who the fuck you think came to see?
The of the D R E
You take a picture with him, and you gotta me
And you gotta fuck Busta, touch Eve
Got something in my waist that you can't either
That's — my gangsta bitch, and like and Bloods
I'm in the on some gangsta shit
(So twist up)
Light dub
get scared when niggas start fighting in the club
Ain't nothing but a g-thing, it's a g-thing
like you got hydraulics in your g-string
I fuck a different bitch days a week
Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch

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

thought I wasn't coming back, look at me now
Hoppin' out the Cherry six-fo' 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 world is my
three-wheel motion 'till the ass scrapes
Turn into a motherfucking drag-race
Now watch it
Hit the switch, let it bounce till the police shut the down
(When you hit the club)
Tell 'em you with me
(We twist 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, just a smoke

(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 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 bottles and up)
up chronic and hash
In a blunt, call it