Luyện nghe bài hát My Ride

Yo, feelin' like it's Sunday mornin', steak an' eggs
Hey, off some big rims, lookin' like some blades
Play her like a pimp typa nigga, me
With the 35 percent so ya can't see

scales shotgun, pass the L to big V
Flip Flop candy, so wet it drip drop
the tip top, chrome double duce
Make a bitch stop, jaw drop off this hip hop

On a budget back an' from Kentucky
We them type of that crack corn in a bucket
A hundred an' ninety spoke,
Look but don't it ,we comin' down I-65, Nappy an' company

Vertical on the Cadillac, we so real
Deville, return like a bat out of Hell
Hell, don't ya Nappy Roots comin' as well
Big V, B. Stille, Prophet, an' Fish Scales, yeah

My be sittin' on the hundred spokes
My candy straight from the honeycomb
Wood interior leather an' chrome
Everybody ride out, on, it's on

Hey, yo, that's my cab, jumped out a tab
Hold on man, discuss that later
B. jumped out like, "Fuck hater"
Fell in the Aspen, rotten Martin

Two white dudes, one looked like Harprin
Later on he's eatin' an' ball in
An' I out like, "Fuck your season"
Van Dam woke up in the am

hot, no air for the car jam
Twenty inches ride both on
Look nice on pipes
Keep Chevy tint that so bright

B.O.B, ball on budget
Pumped out two, on the '89 cutlass, bitch
Nah, you ride, I'm selfish
Ain't too many ho's wanna this velvet

My ride be sittin' on the spokes
My candy paint straight the honeycomb
Wood grain interior leather an'
Everybody ride out, on, it's on

Hop in me, we 'bout to leave
You gotta pop it, I a dollar in ya pocket
Gas up the crotch, pass up, the cops blocked it
Hey B. Stille, can I with you an' Prophet?

Extra clean you can't tell me
Drop the top, showin' off for the
the Cadillac stretch on dem bow legged stillets
Where the paint sets like a wet cigarette

Bubble coat primers, chrome inside us
Big enough for my an' a couple of trainers
But it no minors, that's major
Wood an' ya get deep beater's big features

Feel boom from the beats in my big
It's on in my an' my signature
Don't throw dirt on my name, no shirt as I
Out the window pane, you hear the country boy

My ride be sittin' on the spokes
My candy paint from the honeycomb
grain interior leather an' chrome
Everybody ride out, on, it's on