Luyện nghe bài hát My Ride

Yo, easy like it's Sunday mornin', steak an' eggs
Hey, livin' off some big rims, lookin' some blades
Play her like a 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 drip
From the tip top, chrome double
Make a bitch stop, jaw drop off this hip hop

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

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

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

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

Two white dudes, one looked like Harprin
Later on he's eatin' an' 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 both on
Look Chevrolet on pipes
Keep Chevy tint that twinkle so

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

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

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

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

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

Feel boom from the beats in my big
It's on in my an' my signature
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 candy paint straight from the
Wood interior leather an' chrome
Everybody ride out, on, it's on