Luyện nghe bài hát How We Ride

[Intro: Mannie

Ya drive a now
Yeah, I'm now
The car's baby
But I'm baby

[Hook:
Cadillacs to
Regals, and Chevrolets
We ride, we Chevrolets ('let's)
Chevrolets ('let's), ('let's)
to Cutlass
Regals, Pontiacs and
We ride, we Chevrolets ('let's)
Chevrolets ('let's), ('let's)

[Verse 1: Banner]
I got a big '67 'Lac DeVille
Mississippi on the tag, man that wood on the
That change colors like a lizard and shit
55 ridin south, gettin from a bitch
Matter fact, yo bitch, nigga love it and it
She like to the ass, so I love to ride naked
Right, bang her in the pussy, baby how that
Left hand, swangin free, wood on the wheel
Then I her on the ass man, and jump in the Regal
I got some hoes 'cross the river, all up in west,
to twurk, pop it sick somethin, do it for daddy
I get back, later on ya is washin my Caddy
Spit-shine, up, Armor-All on the tire
Ran the hoes the throat, cause that mouth so fire
That's where a ride, in the south
You taste a nigga dick, time you shove ya tongue in her mouth
Ya bitch!

2: Bun B]
Say man, I'm in the deuce, in the
with juice, smoke, and water
Actin bad daughter
Like a real nigga
her-what her momma taught her
Keep ya boys toes up
But man she be-man she be fuckin ya boy up
I'm thowed in the
I'm thow-thowed in the
I rock-rock
blow-blowed in the brain
I'm grippin-grippin on the
a real south-sider
I bounce and swang-bounce and swang down on spiders
Partna you think you know, but you mistakin
You knew ya seen-knew ya seen the candy cakin
Bump back and recline, trunk-trunk open wide
Woofer-woofer beat'cha dome, it's about to go
Chrys'a-Chrys' to po'
You know we got the g's
Real-real "Big Tymers", all a-all about the
So gon-gon' show ya tattoos, and ya tooth
We screamin-screamin "Free Pimp C", and flaggin out the roof

[Verse 3: Fresh (Screwed voice)]
(Big-block, red stripes-stripes)
Comin through this bitch them loud ass pipes-pipes
(Any nigga wanna come and get it)
Breeze by yo ass, the motherfuckin ease
In the of the dark and Interstate sparkin
Call-induction opened up, barkin
Pass by the crowd, music loud
(Every-every in my cd-changer for the sound)
Then I do it real good, on the wood
Oh pissy-ass, lame wish he could
Ride that, "Diamond in the Back"
Moon-roof top, Cadillac
Then I pass in my Cut' dawg, out (Fuck y'all)
Roll the window, hey! Let a pimp pluck off
Acious Clacious Clay has
In a Chevy with' a ultra-perm, woo!