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 good to escape and just it and laugh
My clan had to bring the ruckus cause we had the
All you can eat over at Ryan's or some at Gaseen's
And I had to fix a good bag and make decisions and
Cause food ain't the motherfuckin' thang to waste
So get looney up on the set cause I got five on the fire
Will slide to East Point and make our way to Rirer
Lookin' like Outkast on the smokin' blunts and
Hit the liquor store got up, got out and got
That eightball, so I can do space age pimpin'
My blood stay young off Colt and chicken
Camels and filled with d's and Vogues
And playas mackin' them hoes, in dyke
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:
Ridin' on midnight train to Georgia, riiide
Ridin' on that midnight to Georgia, riiide

2]
It's just one of those days when I can it like this and like that
a free day, my folks got rowdy way back
I right off of Cascade or Ralph Abernathy
I shall proceed and continue to keep my nappy
Cause afros in all seasons, keep me warm
Some livin' thug life so how long will they mourn
I still ride, that's why I 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 my best friends
Today you see and you cruise through the West end
They should've said it was Six Over Georgia
underground, my Tuesdays would be packed when I got older
If I told you one, I ya ass a thousand times
I got em' all in check when it comes to rhymes
Don't sweat the technique I just move the crowd
My deep of alcoholics, people label us loud because we ride

3]
See I my bones jump as I crossed the road
I heard the was wiped up so I flipped my mode
On my way to D-E-C, baby you see
That is totally to B-I-G for thee
Lost Boyz around in Jeeps, Lex Luth's, and Beamers
Yo cars get just like Regina carpet cleaners
It's Mountain Cats puttin' it down
They Kurupt so I just gave all my dogs a pound
Now my conflict was crucial off hay I smoked
I should be gettin' it cause life is too got short
And now my mind's playin' and my boys actin' ghetto
to the C-P, I put the pedal to the metal
God the child that's just 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 just dwell
We get the and the ass then 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 bail
We leave a trace but never a trail

[Chimere to fade)