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 is black
(So it lift up)
Till the motherfucker bounce and
And knock both of the out the licence plate
Let the begin
These other rap niggas so far behind me, go taste my
Shit, let the chronic burn as the spin
It ain't been 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 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, 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)
Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the in this bitch
(Pop bottles and up)
Roll up chronic and
In a blunt, it Aftermath

Somebody me where the drinks at
the bitches at
You fucking on the first night, meet me in the
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 take a picture with him, and you fuck me
And you gotta fuck Busta, can't 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 gangsta
(So nigga up)
Light dub
Bitches get scared when niggas start fighting in the
Ain't but a g-thing, baby it's a g-thing
like you got hydraulics in your g-string
I fuck a different bitch seven 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 turn it a strip-club)
Call it a lap-dance, when the bounce that ass
(If I fit the hole 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, it Aftermath

thought I wasn't coming back, look at me now
Hoppin' out the Cherry 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 with it, now the is my ashtray
Ridin' three-wheel motion the ass scrapes
Turn sunset a motherfucking drag-race
Now watch it
Hit the switch, let it bounce till the police shut the down
(When you hit the club)
'em you came with me
(We twist up)
In the V.I.P
It's a new day, and if you ever Dre
Motherfucker, you say I was the new Dre
Impala, different spokes
Same chronic, just a different

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