Luyện nghe bài hát My Ride

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

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

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

Vertical grills on the Cadillac, we so
Skinny Deville, return a bat out of Hell
Hell, ya think Nappy Roots comin' as well
Big V, B. Stille, Prophet, Clutch an' Fish Scales,

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hop in with me, we 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 role with you an'

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

Bubble 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 deep beater's big

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

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