Luyện nghe bài hát My Ride

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

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

On a budget back an' 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, return like a bat out of
Hell, don't ya think Roots comin' as well
Big V, B. Stille, Prophet, an' Fish Scales, yeah

My be sittin' on the hundred spokes
My candy paint straight the honeycomb
Wood grain interior leather an'
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, like Martin

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

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

B.O.B, I'ma ball on
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 on the hundred spokes
My candy straight from the honeycomb
grain interior leather an' chrome
Everybody ride out, on, it's on

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

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

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

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

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