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 is gone
The D's is chrome, the frame is
(So watch it up)
Till the bounce and break
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 as the Daytons 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', bring a friend
Bottles on me, tell the to order another round
And put cheap-ass hypnotic down
(Put your up!)
If you feel the way
Who got 'em switches 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' that 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 chronic and
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 pound of chronic, and a gang of
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 gotta fuck Busta, can't Eve
Got something in my waist that you can't touch
— my gangsta bitch, and like Crips and Bloods
I'm in the on some gangsta shit
(So nigga up)
Light dub
Bitches get scared when niggas start in the club
Ain't nothing but a g-thing, baby a g-thing
Bounce like you got hydraulics in g-string
I a different bitch seven days a week
Hit the switch, watch it bounce a Scott Storch beat

(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)
Call it a lap-dance, the six-fo' bounce that ass
(If I could fit the world 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

Niggas 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 bitch, she ain't home, she with Game, nigga
that, Dre
You passed me the torch, I lit the with it, now the world is my ashtray
Ridin' three-wheel 'till the ass scrapes
Turn sunset into a motherfucking
Now it bounce
Hit the switch, let it bounce till the shut 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
Same Impala, different
Same chronic, just a smoke

(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 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 and twist up)
Roll up chronic and
In a blunt, call it