Luyện nghe bài hát Midnight Train

Ooh, hey
Do you how to leave, ride...ride

1]
Ya see, it started off in St. Paul from the street of Old
And it feels so good to escape and just kick it and
My clan had to bring the ruckus cause we had the
All you can eat over at Ryan's or fish at Gaseen's
And I had to fix a good bag and make and haste
Cause soul food ain't the motherfuckin' to waste
So let's get looney up on the set cause I got on the fire
Will slide to East Point and make our way to Black
Lookin' Outkast on the spot smokin' blunts and
Hit the store got up, got out and got something
That eightball, so I can do space age pimpin'
My blood stay young off 45's and chicken
Camels and Rolls filled with d's and
And playas mackin' hoes, in dyke clothes
Comin' up slammin' Caddy
In Southwest, take it to yo chest
And we got it locked some niggas on house arrest
we ridin'

[Chorus:
Ridin' on that train to Georgia, riiide
Ridin' on that midnight train to Georgia,

2]
It's just one of days when I can kick it like this and like that
a free day, my folks got rowdy way back
I right off of Cascade or David Abernathy
I shall proceed and continue to my roots nappy
Cause afros in all seasons, keep me warm
Some livin' that thug life so how long will mourn
I ride, that's why I bounce my way to bank-bed
I'm so bad I'll knock you out, that's what my mama said
Sippin' on brandy, sunny days with my best
Today you see and you cruise through the West end
They should've said it was Six Flags Georgia
underground, my Tuesdays would be packed when I got older
If I told you one, I ya ass a thousand times
I got em' all in check it comes to bustin' rhymes
sweat the technique cause I just move the crowd
My mob's deep of alcoholics, people label us because we ride

3]
See I felt my bones jump as I crossed the
I heard the squad was wiped up so I my mode
On my way to D-E-C, baby you see
That Decatur is totally to B-I-G for
Lost Boyz ridin' in Jeeps, Lex Luth's, and Beamers
Yo cars get scooped just like Regina cleaners
It's Stone Mountain puttin' it down
They played so I just gave all my dogs a pound
Now my conflict was crucial off hay I smoked
I should be gettin' it cause life is too got short
And now my mind's playin' tricks and my actin' ghetto
Back to the C-P, I put the pedal to the
God the child that's just got his own
I was a juvenile makin' cash money at home
I'm from a boy to a man, I've the end of my road
It's Ludacris signin' off till the next episode, let's

4]
Cause the A-T-L
all the pimps and the playas just dwell
We get the cash and the ass bail
We leave a trace but never leave a
Say it
Where all the and the playas just dwell
We get the cash and the ass bail
We leave a trace but leave a trail

ad-libs to fade)