Luyện nghe bài hát My Ride

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

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

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

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

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

Two white dudes, one looked Matt Harprin
Later on he's eatin' an' 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 that twinkle so bright

B.O.B, ball on budget
out two, thou 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 paint straight from the honeycomb
grain interior leather an' chrome
Everybody ride out, it's on, 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 with you an' Prophet?

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

Bubble coat primers, chrome inside 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 from the beats in my big speakers
It's on in my seats an' my
throw dirt on my name, no shirt 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 grain interior an' chrome
Everybody ride out, on, it's on