Luyện nghe bài hát My Ride

Yo, feelin' easy like it's mornin', steak an' eggs
Hey, livin' off some big rims, lookin' some blades
Play her like a pimp nigga, ain't 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
From the tip top, chrome double
a bitch stop, jaw drop ballin' off this hip hop

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

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

My ride be on the hundred spokes
My candy straight from the honeycomb
Wood interior 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. out like, "Fuck that hater"
Fell in the Aspen, rotten like

Two dudes, one looked like Matt Harprin
on he's eatin' an' ball in Cleavland
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 Chevrolet on
Keep Chevy tint that so bright

B.O.B, I'ma on budget
out two, thou on the '89 cutlass, bitch
Nah, you ride, I'm selfish
too many ho's wanna touch this velvet

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

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

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

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

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

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