Luyện nghe bài hát My Ride

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

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

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

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

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

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

Two white dudes, one looked like Matt
Later on eatin' an' ball in Cleavland
An' I out like, "Fuck your season"
Van Dam up in the grand am

hot, no air for the car jam
Twenty inches ride on probes
Look nice on pipes
Keep 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 wanna this velvet

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

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

Extra you can't tell me nean
the top, showin' off for the summa
'Cause the Cadillac on dem bow legged stillets
Where the paint 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 from the beats in my big
It's on in my an' my signature
Don't throw dirt on my name, no as I lean
Out the pane, you hear the country boy sang

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