Luyện nghe bài hát How We Ride

[Intro: Mannie

Ya a Chevy now
Yeah, I'm now
The stolen baby
But I'm baby

Jasper]
Cadillacs to
Regals, Pontiacs and
We ride, we Chevrolets ('let's)
('let's), Chevrolets ('let's)
Cadillacs to
Regals, and Chevrolets
We ride, we ride ('let's)
('let's), Chevrolets ('let's)

[Verse 1: Banner]
I got a big '67 Coupe DeVille
Mississippi on the tag, man wood on the wheel
That change colors like a lizard and shit
55 ridin south, gettin head from a
Matter fact, yo bitch, nigga it and check it
She like leather to the ass, so I love to naked
Right, bang her in the pussy, baby how that
Left hand, swangin free, wood on the wheel
Then I smack her on the ass man, and jump in the
I got some hoes 'cross the river, all up in west,
to twurk, pop it sick somethin, do it for daddy
I get back, on ya bitch is washin my Caddy
Spit-shine, waxed up, Armor-All on the
Ran the hoes down the throat, cause mouth so fire
where a nigga ride, in the south
You taste a nigga dick, every time you shove ya in her mouth
Ya bitch!

2: Bun B]
Say man, I'm in the deuce, in the
Fuck juice, smoke, and water
bad with'cha daughter
Like a nigga ought'a
her-what her momma taught her
Keep ya boys curled up
But man she she be fuckin ya boy world up
I'm thowed in the
I'm in the game
I bizintine
Stay blow-blowed in the
I'm on the grain
a real south-sider
I bounce and swang-bounce and swang down on spiders
Partna you you know, but playa you mistakin
You ya seen-knew ya seen the candy paint cakin
Bump back-bump back and recline, open wide
Woofer-woofer beat'cha dome, it's a-it's to go
about to po'
You know we got the g's
Real-real "Big Tymers", all about the cheese
So gon-gon' ya tattoos, and ya gold tooth
We screamin-screamin "Free Pimp C", and flaggin out the roof

[Verse 3: Mannie (Screwed voice)]
(Big-block, red stripes-stripes)
Comin through this bitch with loud ass pipes-pipes
(Any nigga wanna and get it) Please-please
Breeze by yo ass, the motherfuckin ease
In the of the dark and Interstate sparkin
Call-induction opened up, carbuerator
Pass by the crowd, music real
(Every-every thang in my for the sound)
Then I do it real good, on the wood
Oh pissy-ass, lame wish he could
Ride that, "Diamond in the Back"
Moon-roof top, Brougham
Then I pass in my Cut' dawg, out (Fuck y'all)
down the window, hey! Let a pimp pluck off
Acious Clay has returned
In a Super-Sport with' a ultra-perm, woo!