Luyện nghe bài hát My Ride

Yo, feelin' easy like Sunday mornin', steak an' eggs
Hey, livin' off some big rims, lookin' like blades
Play her like a pimp nigga, ain't me
With the tint 35 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, double duce
Make a stop, jaw drop ballin' off this hip hop

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

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

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

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

Two dudes, one looked like Matt Harprin
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 ride on probes
nice Chevrolet on pipes
Keep Chevy tint that twinkle so

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

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

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

Extra clean you tell me nean
Drop the top, off for the summa
the Cadillac stretch on dem bow legged stillets
Where the candy sets like a wet cigarette

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

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

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