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 nigga, ain't me
the tint 35 percent so ya can't see

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

On a budget back an' from Kentucky
We them type of niggas that corn in a bucket
A hundred an' spoke, goddamn
Look but don't touch it ,we comin' down I-65, Nappy an'

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

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

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

Two white dudes, one looked Matt Harprin
Later on eatin' an' ball 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
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 ho's wanna touch this velvet

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

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

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

Bubble primers, chrome spiders inside us
Big for my team an' a couple of trainers
But it hold no minors, that's
grain 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 pane, you hear the country boy sang

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