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 watch it up)
the motherfucker bounce and break
And both of the screws out the licence plate
Let the games
These other rap niggas so far behind me, go taste my
Shit, let the chronic burn as the spin
It ain't been this much drama I first 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 another round
And put that cheap-ass down
(Put your up!)
If you the same way
Who got 'em hittin' NY to LA

(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 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 chronic and
In a blunt, call it

Somebody me where the drinks at
Where the at
You fucking on the first night, meet me in the
I got a of chronic, and a gang of freaks
Move bitch! Who the fuck you think they to see?
The of the D R E
You take a picture him, and you gotta fuck me
And you fuck Busta, can't touch Eve
Got something in my waist that you can't touch
That's — my bitch, and like Crips and Bloods
I'm in the club on some shit
(So nigga up)
another dub
Bitches get scared when niggas fighting in the club
Ain't nothing but a g-thing, baby a g-thing
Bounce like you got hydraulics in your
I fuck a different bitch seven a week
Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Storch beat

(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' that ass
(If I could fit the world in the club)
Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this
(Pop bottles and up)
Roll up chronic and
In a blunt, call it

Niggas thought I wasn't coming back, 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 passed me the torch, I lit the chronic it, now the world is my ashtray
Ridin' three-wheel motion 'till the ass
sunset into a motherfucking drag-race
Now it bounce
Hit the switch, let it bounce till the police shut the down
(When you hit the club)
Tell 'em you came 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
Same Impala, spokes
Same chronic, just a different

(If I fit the whole 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 six-fo' that ass
(If I could fit the world in the club)
Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in bitch
(Pop bottles and up)
up chronic and hash
In a blunt, call it