Luyện nghe bài hát My Ride

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

Fish shotgun, pass the L to big V
Flip candy, lookin' so wet it drip drop
From the tip top, chrome duce
Make a bitch stop, jaw ballin' off this 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 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, 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 interior leather an' chrome
Everybody ride out, on, it's on

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

Two dudes, one looked like Matt Harprin
Later on he's eatin' an' ball in
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
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 ride, I'm selfish
Ain't too ho's wanna touch this velvet

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

Hop in with me, we 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 with you an'

Extra clean you tell me nean
Drop the top, showin' off for the
'Cause the stretch on dem bow legged stillets
the candy paint sets like a wet cigarette

Bubble coat primers, chrome 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
It's on in my 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 hundred
My candy paint straight the honeycomb
grain interior leather an' chrome
Everybody ride out, on, it's on