Luyện nghe bài hát My Ride

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

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

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

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

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

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

Two dudes, one looked like Matt Harprin
on he's 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 ride both on probes
Look nice Chevrolet on
Keep Chevy tint that twinkle so

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

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

Hop in with me, we 'bout to
You gotta pop it, I a dollar in ya pocket
Gas up the crotch, rocket 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 stillets
Where the paint sets like a wet cigarette

Bubble primers, chrome spiders 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

boom from the beats in my big speakers
It's on in my seats an' my
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 paint straight the honeycomb
Wood grain interior an' chrome
Everybody ride out, on, it's on