Luyện nghe bài hát My Ride

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

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

On a budget back an' from Kentucky
We type of niggas that crack corn in a bucket
A hundred an' ninety spoke,
but don't touch 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 think Nappy Roots as well
Big V, B. Stille, Prophet, Clutch an' Fish Scales,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Feel boom from the in my big speakers
on in my seats an' my signature
Don't throw dirt on my name, no as I lean
Out the pane, you hear the country boy sang

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