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 chain is gone
The D's is chrome, the frame is
(So it lift up)
Till the bounce and break
And knock of the screws out the licence plate
Let the games
These other rap niggas so far behind me, go my rims
Shit, let the burn as the Daytons spin
It ain't been this much drama since I heard Eminem
In the club, poppin' X like M & Ms
Call it Dre day, we celebratin', bitch a friend
Bottles on me, the waiter to order another round
And put that cheap-ass down
(Put 'cris up!)
If you the same way
Who got 'em hittin' NY to LA

(If I fit the whole 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 fit the hole world 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

Somebody me where the drinks at
Where the at
You on the first night, meet me in the back
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 take a picture with him, and you fuck me
And you gotta fuck Busta, touch Eve
Got in my waist that you can't touch either
— my gangsta bitch, and like Crips and Bloods
I'm in the club on some gangsta
(So twist up)
another dub
Bitches get when niggas start fighting in the club
Ain't nothing but a g-thing, baby it's a
Bounce like you got in your g-string
I fuck a different seven days a week
Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch

(If I could fit the hood in the club)
Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the
(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, call it

thought I wasn't 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 me the torch, I lit the chronic with it, now the world is my ashtray
Ridin' motion 'till the ass scrapes
Turn sunset a motherfucking drag-race
Now it bounce
Hit the switch, let it bounce till the police shut the down
(When you hit the club)
'em you came 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
chronic, just a different smoke

(If I could fit the 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, 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)
up chronic and hash
In a blunt, it Aftermath