Luyện nghe bài hát Midnight Train

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

1]
Ya see, it off in St. Paul from the street of Old Nash
And it feels so good to and just kick it and laugh
My clan had to the ruckus cause we had the cream
All you can eat over at or some 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 up on the set cause I got five on the fire
Will slide to East and make our way to Black Rirer
Lookin' like Outkast on the spot smokin' and
Hit the store got up, got out and got something
That eightball, so I can do some space age
My stay young off 45's Colt and chicken
and Rolls filled with d's and Vogues
And playas mackin' hoes, in dyke clothes
up slammin' Caddy doors
In Southwest, take it to yo chest
And we got it locked like niggas on house arrest
Cause we

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

2]
It's one of those days when I can kick it like this and like that
It's a free day, my got rowdy way back
I right off of Cascade or Ralph David
I proceed and continue to keep my roots nappy
Cause afros in all seasons, keep me warm
Some livin' that thug life so how long will mourn
I still ride, that's why I my way to bank-bed
I'm so bad that I'll knock you out, that's my mama said
Sippin' on brandy, sunny days with my best
Today you see and then you through the West end
They said it was Six Flags Over Georgia
Then underground, my Tuesdays would be packed when I got
If I told you one, I told ya ass a times
I got em' all in when it comes to bustin' rhymes
Don't the technique cause I just move the crowd
My mob's of alcoholics, people label us loud because we ride

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

4]
Cause it's the
Where all the pimps and the playas just
We get the cash and the ass bail
We leave a trace but never leave a
Say it
all the pimps and the playas just dwell
We get the and the ass then bail
We leave a trace but never leave a

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