Luyện nghe bài hát My Ride

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

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

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

Vertical grills on the Cadillac, we so
Skinny Deville, 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 be sittin' on the hundred spokes
My paint straight from the honeycomb
Wood grain interior leather an'
ride out, it's on, it's on

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

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

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

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

My be sittin' on the hundred spokes
My candy paint straight the honeycomb
Wood interior leather an' chrome
ride 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 pass up, the blocked it
Hey B. Stille, can I role you an' Prophet?

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

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

Feel boom from the beats in my big
It's on in my an' my signature
throw dirt on my name, no shirt as I lean
Out the pane, you hear the country boy sang

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