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 frame is
(So it lift up)
Till the motherfucker bounce and
And knock both of the screws out the plate
Let the games
These other rap niggas so far behind me, go taste my
Shit, let the chronic burn as the spin
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', bitch bring a
Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order round
And put that hypnotic down
(Put 'cris up!)
If you the same 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 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 hole in the club)
Tell the DJ to my shit, the west-coast in this bitch
(Pop bottles and up)
Roll up and hash
In a blunt, it Aftermath

Somebody tell me where the at
the bitches at
You fucking on the night, meet me in the back
I got a pound of chronic, and a of freaks
Move bitch! Who the fuck you think came to see?
The of the D R E
You a picture with him, and you gotta fuck me
And you gotta fuck Busta, touch Eve
Got something in my waist you can't touch either
That's — my bitch, and like Crips and Bloods
I'm in the club on some shit
(So twist up)
Light dub
Bitches get when niggas start fighting in the club
Ain't but a g-thing, baby it's a g-thing
Bounce like you got hydraulics in g-string
I fuck a different bitch seven days a
Hit the switch, watch it bounce 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 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)
the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch
(Pop and twist up)
Roll up and hash
In a blunt, call it

Niggas I wasn't coming back, look at me now
Hoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo' with the top down
I'm The Game,
Call your bitch, she ain't home, she with Game,
that, Dre
You me the torch, I lit the chronic with it, now the world is my ashtray
Ridin' three-wheel 'till the ass scrapes
Turn sunset into a drag-race
Now watch it
Hit the switch, let it bounce till the police the shit 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
Same Impala, different
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 six-fo' bounce ass
(If I could fit the world in the club)
the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch
(Pop and twist up)
Roll up and hash
In a blunt, call it