Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Ride

Yo, yo
If you just listen to my lyrics day for a couple of weeks
My techniques will eventually kill you like red meat
The Bhagavad Gita beliefs I speak be so
critics get mad because there's nothin to critique
Whenever I'm rappin or
irrefutably remarkable timin
I'm like, Chaplin pantomimin
If you Blaze, or you James Flames
or you Jack Cremation, I'm Jermaine (Jermaine Propane)
No no gain in this rap game
For the fortune and fame in order to
Most MC's, learn to adapt to the change
or get washed like tears in the rain, in the rain y'all

Chorus: Wyclef, Product,

[Clef] Just ride, ride, ah just ride e'rybody just ride
Just ride, just ride, ah just e'rybody just ride
[Pro] When you in the streets and you're drivin in V
if you can see what I see, you're prepared for the
[Can] Old school, old
Everybody got to pack a mac now

Yo, if you know, how I kick a flow
I rip a show, with my lyric-al, I'ma let you know
It's difficult, cause I'm a part spiritual, para-physical miracle
And I'ma blackout in a too
Spittin like like
"Nigga-what? and stick-em-up"
then crush a Bones with a chrome slug
The Cyrano DeBergerac of rap
with the ghetto Anglo-Sax' poetic
In fact, nigga even give me dap when I see you
Just don't me no ice grill eye contact either
When you see me, whylin like Beenie on the
"Zim -- who got the fire for my reefa?"

Chorus: Product, Pras,

[Pro] You came home from a bid a nigga was in your
And the whole time you thought your girl was
[Can] Old school old
[Pras] You locked up and she need di-ick
[Clef] Just ride, just ride, ah just ride just ride
Just ride in the hood, ride, all my .. uh, ah just ride

Yo physically I at a velocity
that'll break your stopwatch if you me
My concrete jungle is Jumanji
Iller than what you seen in the
A foot eight, nigga with more horsepower than eight cylinders
My brain consists of twin Pentium
Double the clock of a 586
And about my physical matrix is BASIC
I kick flavor beyond your tongue is capable of tastin
be so surprised you won't believe your own eyes
It's like a Jamaican the snow for the first time
Rhymes of a sort, distort space and time
It's like explainin color to a man that was born

Chorus:

[Pro] on the street, come from a lack of eatin
It's not my cup of tea, but I'll give the BEST
BEST
And if you still out here I kick yo' ass
Old school, old school (c'mon!)
[Pro] And if you still out here, I kick yo' ass
Old school, old school (c'mon y'all)
[Pro] Frontin like you buyin but you buyin crack bottles

Ah ride, ah just ride
Everybody in the East ride
Ah just ride, ah just
Everybody in the West ride
Ah to the South, down
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Ah ride