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 Aftermath is gone
The D's is chrome, the frame is
(So it lift 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 my rims
Shit, let the chronic burn as the Daytons
It ain't been this much drama since I heard Eminem
In the club, poppin' X like M & Ms
Call it Dre day, we celebratin', bitch bring a
Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order round
And put cheap-ass hypnotic down
(Put 'cris 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, 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 fit the hole world in the club)
Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in bitch
(Pop bottles and up)
Roll up and hash
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 of freaks
Move bitch! Who the fuck you think they came to
The of the D R E
You take a picture with him, and you gotta me
And you gotta 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)
Light 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 g-string
I a different bitch seven days a week
Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch

(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)
it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass
(If I could fit the hole 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, it Aftermath

Niggas I wasn't coming back, look at me now
Hoppin' out the same Cherry 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 world is my
Ridin' motion 'till the ass scrapes
Turn into a motherfucking drag-race
Now it bounce
Hit the switch, let it bounce till the shut the shit down
(When you hit the club)
'em you came with 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, spokes
chronic, just a different smoke

(If I could fit the 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 bounce that ass
(If I fit the hole world 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