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 escape and just kick it and
My clan had to bring the ruckus cause we had the
All you can eat over at Ryan's or some fish at
And I had to fix a bag and make decisions and haste
Cause soul food the motherfuckin' thang to waste
So let's get looney up on the set cause I got on the fire
Will slide to East Point and make our way to Black
Lookin' like Outkast on the spot smokin' and
Hit the liquor got up, got out and got something
That eightball, so I can do some age pimpin'
My blood stay young off Colt and chicken
Camels and Rolls filled d's and Vogues
And playas mackin' them hoes, in dyke
Comin' up slammin' doors
In Southwest, we'll it to yo chest
And we got it locked some niggas on house arrest
we ridin'

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

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

3]
See I felt my bones jump as I crossed the
I heard the squad was wiped up so I flipped my
On my way to D-E-C, can't you see
That Decatur is totally to B-I-G for
Lost Boyz ridin' in Jeeps, Lex Luth's, and Beamers
Yo cars get scooped just Regina carpet cleaners
It's Stone Mountain Cats puttin' it
They played Kurupt so I just gave all my a pound
Now my conflict was off some hay I smoked
I should be 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 just got his own
Since I was a juvenile makin' cash at home
I'm from a boy to a man, reached the end of my road
It's Ludacris signin' off till the next episode, ride

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

ad-libs to fade)