Luyện nghe bài hát How Should I Ride

Manny
Everything on me, my pay the bills
Buy my momma a house and buy my daddy some hot
I'm the number one star, look at y'all
Hat to the back, my way to the bar
When I'm in your town, bling, I'm gon'
the best bottle of your best (glub, glub, glub) wine
Can I your attention, couple of things I'd like to mention
I stay in a big ass wit' a big gold fence and
Wit' the Beemer, Benz, and a
Living Supa-Dupa
Size,
a big ass diamond, y'all go ahead and cover y'all eyes
Look out I come, stunt man number one
I'm makin' outta fifties just for fun
The boat, the plane, the man
The 4 TV's in the Range
A boy havin' all these thangs
Now how I ride man

Captin stunter, I ride with a 11
Cause I'm a Uptown hunter, a big dope
And 10 a ki a number
I Rolls Royce Canisus
I took my main hoe out a Yukon and put her in a top Benzie
I got these bitches trailin' me nigga, cause I got a money
Got these hoes wanna give me pussy I got a little money
But I got 10 hoes, all with
Wiot' my tatooed on the back of they assholes
Wit' 20 inch rims, how I ride nigga
If you ridin' 16's ride beside me nigga
I'll give to my niggaz, I give to these broads
My block on fire, my in heat
We clockin' a G's a week
I the yacht, and a screen TV
And put my on the hood of the muthafuckin' Humvee
So you could see me
I'm to do somethin' dangerous
I took the steerin' wheel from the left to right so I could look
I wear 2 pair of drawers, 2 Rolex watches
Wit' 22 on my log nigga
I guess the thug in me
I lie to these bitches 7 a week
I put on my lil brother LD restin' in peace

B.G.:
They wan' how I ride
Still get
know how I cross and front the feds, still floss
I'm the B.G., in ya car, rangin'
I'm cheddar cheese, Hot Boy$ ain't fakin'
Wanna hang wit' B and gotta have 10 G's
Cause them niggaz spend like it grow on trees
We ballin' got cars from every
Expedition, Rams, a Humvee
Ain't somethin' none of us over 25
Daog you think they really and got Q thangs for 5
Now lil daddy you got a fucked up
You could live for 'Burbs but but speakers on that truck
Ah hah, we floss all man
night I got a different bitch under my sheet man
They see me in the Jag and get out the way
They know who it is when they see me in the Rover the day

Call it ghetto wrist nigga, filled with bagettes
Crushed out on my neck with the bracelet
Uh, cocked to the side in my 98 eye
Put on your shades cause you can't it with the naked eye
Why, cause I'm a
I got diamonds and golds blind ya, blind ya
Get out my way cause I'm comin'
Man that' 'lac in the Jag, yeah and I'm sittin' on too
Livin' my life I'm a millionaire
How many young black you know wit' Rollies and Carliare
Wrist wear, with jew-els
Now everybody wanna shine CMR Cartel
Uh, Wodie, Put on 'boks and your 'bauds
Uh, and put some 20's on your Benz so you can when you roll
We got the finest cars and the finest
mansions on Washingtoners we take our garage
Uh, now you see now we ride, how we
Wit' and Playstations, wit' the wood inside
For boy
How you luv
Done it BGeezy off the heezy