Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Ride

Yo, yo
If you just listen to my every day for a couple of weeks
My techniques will eventually you just 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
with irrefutably timin
I'm like, Charlie Chaplin
If you Blaze, or you James Flames
or you Cremation, I'm Jermaine Propane (Jermaine Propane)
No pain no gain in rap game
For the and fame in order to remain
Most MC's, learn to adapt to the change
or get washed away like tears in the rain, in the rain

Wyclef, Product, Pras

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

Yo, if you wanna know, how I a flow
when I rip a show, my lyric-al, I'ma let you know
It's difficult, cause I'm a part spiritual, para-physical miracle
And I'ma in a minute too
like Bone-Thugs like
"Nigga-what? and stick-em-up"
then crush a Thug's Bones a chrome slug
The Cyrano DeBergerac of rap
with the ghetto poetic syntax
In fact, nigga don't even me dap when I see you
Just give me no ice grill eye contact either
When you see me, whylin like on the speakers
"Zim zimma -- who got the 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 was celebate
Old school old school
[Pras] You locked up and she some di-ick
Just ride, just ride, ah just ride e'rybody just ride
Just ride in the hood, ride, all my .. uh, ah just ride

Yo physically I move at a
that'll your stopwatch if you clockin me
My concrete is like Jumanji
Iller what you seen in the cinema
A five foot eight, with more horsepower than eight cylinders
My brain consists of twin chips
Double the clock of a 586
And nothin my physical matrix is BASIC
I kick flavor what your tongue is capable of tastin
You'll be so surprised you won't believe own eyes
It's like a seein the snow for the first time
Rhymes of a sort, that space and time
It's like explainin color to a man that was blind

Product

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

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