Luyện nghe bài hát My Ride

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

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

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

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

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

Hey, yo, that's my cab, jumped out a tab
on man, we'll discuss that later
B. out like, "Fuck that hater"
in the Aspen, rotten like 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 ride both on probes
nice Chevrolet on pipes
Keep Chevy tint twinkle 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 ho's wanna touch this velvet

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

Hop in with me, we 'bout to
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'

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

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

Feel boom the beats in my big speakers
It's on in my seats an' my
throw dirt on my name, no shirt as I lean
Out the window pane, you hear the boy sang

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