Luyện nghe bài hát My Ride

Yo, feelin' like it's Sunday mornin', steak an' eggs
Hey, livin' off some big rims, lookin' like 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
Flip Flop candy, so wet it drip drop
the tip top, chrome double duce
Make a bitch stop, jaw drop off this hip hop

On a back an' forth from Kentucky
We them type of niggas that crack in a bucket
A hundred an' ninety spoke,
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' Scales, yeah

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

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

Two white dudes, one like Matt Harprin
Later on eatin' an' ball 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 both on probes
Look nice Chevrolet on
Keep Chevy tint twinkle so bright

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

My be sittin' on the hundred spokes
My paint straight from the honeycomb
Wood grain interior 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 blocked it
Hey B. Stille, can I role with you an'

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

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 big features

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

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