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 is black
(So it lift up)
the motherfucker bounce and break
And knock of the screws out the licence plate
Let the begin
These rap niggas so far behind me, go taste 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 pills M & Ms
it Dre day, we celebratin', bitch bring a friend
Bottles on me, tell the to order another round
And put that cheap-ass hypnotic
(Put your up!)
If you the same 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)
it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass
(If I could fit the world in the club)
Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the in this bitch
(Pop and twist up)
Roll up chronic and
In a blunt, it Aftermath

Somebody tell me where the at
the bitches at
You on the first night, meet 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 take a with him, and you gotta fuck me
And you gotta fuck Busta, can't Eve
Got something in my waist that you touch either
That's — my gangsta bitch, and like and Bloods
I'm in the club on some shit
(So twist up)
another dub
Bitches get scared when niggas fighting in the club
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 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, when the six-fo' bounce ass
(If I could fit the hole in the club)
Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this
(Pop bottles and up)
Roll up and hash
In a blunt, it Aftermath

Niggas thought I wasn't back, look at me now
Hoppin' out the Cherry six-fo' with the motherfucking top down
I'm The Game,
Call your bitch, she home, she with Game, nigga
that, Dre
You passed me the torch, I lit the chronic with it, now the is my ashtray
Ridin' three-wheel 'till the ass scrapes
Turn sunset into a drag-race
Now it bounce
Hit the switch, let it till the police shut the shit down
(When you hit the club)
Tell 'em you came me
(We gonna up)
In the V.I.P
It's a new day, and if you knew Dre
Motherfucker, you say I was the new Dre
Same Impala, spokes
Same chronic, a different smoke

(If I could fit the hood 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 could fit the world in the club)
Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in bitch
(Pop and twist up)
up chronic and hash
In a blunt, it Aftermath