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 kick it and laugh
My clan had to bring the ruckus cause we had the
All you can eat over at Ryan's or fish at Gaseen's
And I had to fix a good bag and make and haste
Cause soul food ain't the thang to waste
So let's get looney up on the set cause I got on the fire
slide to East Point and make our way to Black Rirer
Lookin' like Outkast on the smokin' blunts 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 45's and chicken
and Rolls filled with d's and Vogues
And playas mackin' hoes, in dyke clothes
up slammin' Caddy doors
In Southwest, we'll it to yo chest
And we got it locked like niggas on house arrest
we ridin'

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

2]
It's just one of those days when I can kick it like and like that
It's a free day, my folks got way back
I right off of Cascade or David Abernathy
I proceed and continue to keep my roots nappy
Cause in all seasons, they keep me warm
Some livin' that thug life so how will they mourn
I still ride, that's why I bounce my way to
I'm so bad that I'll knock you out, what my mama said
Sippin' on brandy, sunny days with my best
Today you see and then you cruise the West end
They said it was Six Flags Over Georgia
Then underground, my Tuesdays be packed when I got older
If I told you one, I told ya ass a thousand
I got em' all in check it comes 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 my bones jump as I crossed the road
I heard the squad was wiped up so I my mode
On my way to D-E-C, can't you see
That Decatur is totally to for thee
Lost Boyz ridin' around in Jeeps, Lex Luth's, and
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 hay I smoked
I should be gettin' it cause life is too got damn
And now my playin' tricks and my boys actin' ghetto
to the C-P, I put the pedal to the metal
God bless the that's just got his own
Since I was a juvenile makin' money at home
I'm from a boy to a man, I've the end of my road
It's Ludacris signin' off till the episode, let's ride

4]
Cause the A-T-L
Where all the pimps and the playas just
We get the cash and the ass then
We a trace but never leave a trail
Say it
Where all the and the playas just dwell
We get the cash and the ass then
We a trace but never leave a trail

ad-libs to fade)