Luyện nghe bài hát Midnight Train

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

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

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

2]
It's one of those 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 Ralph David
I shall proceed and continue to keep my nappy
Cause afros in all seasons, they me warm
Some livin' that thug so how long will they 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 friends
Today you see and then you cruise through the end
They said it was Six Flags Over Georgia
Then underground, my Tuesdays would be packed I got older
If I told you one, I told ya ass a thousand
I got em' all in check when it comes to bustin'
Don't sweat the technique cause I move the crowd
My mob's deep of alcoholics, people us loud because we ride

3]
See I felt my bones jump as I the road
I the squad was wiped up so I flipped my mode
On my way to D-E-C, can't you see
Decatur is totally to B-I-G for thee
Lost ridin' around in Jeeps, Lex Luth's, and Beamers
Yo cars get scooped just Regina carpet cleaners
It's Stone Cats puttin' it down
They played Kurupt so I just gave all my a pound
Now my was crucial off some hay I smoked
I should be it cause life is too got damn short
And now my mind's playin' and my boys actin' ghetto
Back to the C-P, I put the to the metal
God bless the child that's got his own
Since I was a juvenile makin' cash money at
I'm a boy to a man, I've reached the end of my road
It's signin' off till the next episode, let's ride

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

[Chimere to fade)