Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Ride (Clean)

Pull the rag off the
Hit the switch, show how the shit go
The is back, the Aftermath chain is gone
The D's is chrome, the is black
(So watch it up)
Till the bounce and break
And knock both of the screws out the licence
Let the begin
other rap niggas so far behind me, go taste my rims
Shit, let the burn as the Daytons spin
It ain't been this drama since I first heard Eminem
In the club, poppin' X like M & Ms
Call it Dre day, we celebratin', bitch a friend
Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another
And put that cheap-ass hypnotic
(Put 'cris up!)
If you the same way
Who got 'em switches NY to LA

(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)
Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce ass
(If I could fit the world in the club)
the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch
(Pop bottles and up)
Roll up and hash
In a blunt, it Aftermath

Somebody tell me where the at
Where the at
You fucking on the first night, meet me in the
I got a of chronic, and a gang of freaks
Move bitch! Who the fuck you think came to see?
The of the D R E
You take a picture with him, and you gotta me
And you fuck 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 gangsta shit
(So nigga up)
Light dub
Bitches get scared when start fighting in the club
Ain't but a g-thing, baby it's a g-thing
Bounce like you got hydraulics in g-string
I fuck a different bitch days a week
Hit the switch, watch it like a Scott Storch beat

(If I could fit the whole 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 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 thought I wasn't back, look at me now
Hoppin' out the same six-fo' with the motherfucking top down
I'm The Game,
Call bitch, she ain't home, she with Game, nigga
that, Dre
You passed me the torch, I lit the chronic with it, now the world is my
three-wheel motion 'till the ass scrapes
Turn sunset into a drag-race
Now watch it
Hit the switch, let it bounce till the police shut the down
(When you hit the club)
'em you came with me
(We gonna up)
In the V.I.P
It's a new day, and if you ever Dre
Motherfucker, you say I was the new Dre
Impala, different spokes
Same chronic, a different smoke

(If I could fit the hood in the club)
Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the
(I turn it a strip-club)
Call it a lap-dance, the six-fo' bounce that ass
(If I could fit the world in the club)
the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch
(Pop and twist up)
up chronic and hash
In a blunt, it Aftermath