Luyện nghe bài hát My Ride

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

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

On a budget back an' from Kentucky
We them of niggas that crack 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 like a bat out of
Hell, don't ya Nappy Roots comin' as well
Big V, B. Stille, Prophet, Clutch an' Fish Scales,

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

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

Two white dudes, one like Matt Harprin
Later on he's eatin' an' in Cleavland
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 that so bright

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

My ride be on the hundred spokes
My candy straight from the honeycomb
Wood interior leather an' chrome
Everybody 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 with you an'

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

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

Feel boom the beats in my big speakers
on in my seats an' my signature
Don't throw dirt on my name, no as I lean
Out the window pane, you hear the country boy

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