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 pimp 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 stop, jaw drop ballin' off this hip hop

On a budget back an' from Kentucky
We type of niggas that crack corn in a bucket
A hundred an' ninety spoke,
Look but don't touch it ,we comin' down I-65, an' company

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

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

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

Two white dudes, one like Matt Harprin
Later on he's an' ball in Cleavland
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
Look nice on pipes
Keep Chevy that twinkle so bright

B.O.B, I'ma on budget
Pumped out two, thou on the '89 cutlass,
Nah, you can't ride, I'm
Ain't too many wanna touch this velvet

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

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

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

Bubble primers, chrome spiders inside us
Big for my team an' a couple of trainers
But it hold no minors, major
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 throw on my name, no shirt as I lean
Out the window pane, you hear the country boy

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