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 chain is
The D's is chrome, the is black
(So watch it up)
Till the motherfucker bounce and
And knock of the screws out the licence plate
Let the begin
These other rap niggas so far behind me, go my rims
Shit, let the chronic as the Daytons spin
It ain't been this much drama since I heard Eminem
In the club, poppin' X like M & Ms
it Dre day, we celebratin', bitch bring a friend
Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another
And put that hypnotic down
(Put 'cris 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, the six-fo' 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 bottles and up)
Roll up and hash
In a blunt, it Aftermath

Somebody me where the drinks at
the bitches 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, touch Eve
Got something in my waist you can't touch either
That's — my gangsta bitch, and like Crips and
I'm in the club on some 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
Bounce 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 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)
Call it a lap-dance, when the bounce that ass
(If I could fit the hole in the club)
Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this
(Pop and twist up)
Roll up and hash
In a blunt, it Aftermath

Niggas thought I wasn't back, look at me now
Hoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo' with the top down
I'm The Game,
your bitch, she ain't home, she with Game, nigga
that, Dre
You me the torch, I lit the chronic with it, now the world is my ashtray
three-wheel motion 'till the ass scrapes
Turn into a motherfucking drag-race
Now it bounce
Hit the switch, let it bounce till the police shut the shit
(When you hit the club)
'em you came 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 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)
Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce ass
(If I fit the hole world in the club)
Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the in this bitch
(Pop and twist up)
Roll up and hash
In a blunt, call it