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
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 budget back an' forth from
We them type of niggas that crack corn in a
A hundred an' spoke, goddamn
Look but touch it ,we comin' down I-65, Nappy an' company

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

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

Hey, yo, that's my cab, jumped out 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 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 inches ride both on
nice Chevrolet on pipes
Keep tint that twinkle so bright

B.O.B, I'ma ball on
out two, thou on the '89 cutlass, bitch
Nah, you ride, I'm selfish
too many ho's wanna touch this velvet

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

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

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

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

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