Luyện nghe bài hát My Ride

Yo, feelin' like it's Sunday mornin', steak an' eggs
Hey, livin' off some big rims, lookin' some blades
her like a pimp typa nigga, ain't me
With the tint 35 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 stop, jaw drop ballin' off this hip hop

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

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

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

Two white dudes, one looked like Harprin
Later on he's eatin' an' 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 Chevrolet on
Keep Chevy that twinkle so bright

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

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

Hop in me, we 'bout to leave
You gotta pop it, I drope a in ya pocket
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, showin' off for the
'Cause the Cadillac stretch on dem bow legged
Where the candy paint sets like a wet

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

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 straight the honeycomb
Wood grain leather an' chrome
Everybody ride out, it's on, on