Luyện nghe bài hát My Ride

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

Fish shotgun, pass the L to big V
Flip Flop candy, lookin' so wet it drop
From the tip top, chrome double
a bitch stop, jaw drop ballin' off this hip hop

On a back an' forth from Kentucky
We type of niggas that crack corn in a bucket
A hundred an' spoke, goddamn
Look but touch it ,we comin' down I-65, Nappy an' company

grills on the Cadillac, we so real
Skinny Deville, like a bat out of Hell
Hell, don't ya think Roots comin' as well
Big V, B. Stille, Prophet, Clutch an' Scales, yeah

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

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

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

hot, no air for the car jam
Twenty inches both on probes
Look nice Chevrolet on
Keep Chevy tint twinkle so bright

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

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

Hop in with me, we to leave
You pop it, I drope 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 you can't tell me nean
the top, showin' off for the summa
'Cause the Cadillac stretch on dem bow stillets
Where the paint sets like a wet cigarette

Bubble coat primers, chrome spiders us
Big enough for my an' a couple of trainers
But it hold no minors, major
Wood grain an' ya get deep big features

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

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