Luyện nghe bài hát My Ride

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

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

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

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

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

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

Two white dudes, one looked like Matt
on he's eatin' an' ball 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 both on probes
Look nice Chevrolet on
Chevy tint that 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 many ho's touch this velvet

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

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 cops 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 sets like a wet cigarette

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

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

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