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 it lift up)
Till the motherfucker 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 this much drama since I first heard Eminem
In the club, poppin' X pills M & Ms
Call it Dre day, we celebratin', bring a friend
Bottles on me, the waiter to order another round
And put that cheap-ass down
(Put 'cris up!)
If you feel the way
Who got 'em switches 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)
Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' 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 and hash
In a blunt, call it

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

(If I could fit the hood in the club)
Hop in the low-rider, long as you got 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 hole in the club)
Tell the DJ to my shit, the west-coast in this bitch
(Pop bottles and up)
up chronic and hash
In a blunt, call it

Niggas thought I coming back, look at me now
Hoppin' out the same 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 it, now the world is my ashtray
three-wheel motion 'till the ass scrapes
Turn sunset into a drag-race
Now watch it
Hit the switch, let it bounce till the shut the shit down
(When you hit the club)
Tell 'em you with 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
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 bitches in the
(I it into 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 this
(Pop and twist up)
up chronic and hash
In a blunt, call it