Luyện nghe bài hát My Ride

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

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

On a budget back an' forth 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
Skinny Deville, like a bat out of Hell
Hell, don't ya Nappy Roots comin' as well
Big V, B. Stille, Prophet, Clutch an' Scales, yeah

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

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

Two white dudes, one looked like Matt
Later on he's 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 ride on probes
Look nice Chevrolet on
Chevy tint that twinkle so bright

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

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

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

Extra you can't tell me nean
the top, showin' off for the summa
'Cause the Cadillac on dem bow legged stillets
Where the paint sets like a wet cigarette

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

Feel boom the beats in my big speakers
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 boy sang

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