Luyện nghe bài hát My Ride

Yo, feelin' easy like it's Sunday mornin', steak an'
Hey, livin' off some big rims, lookin' some blades
her like a pimp typa 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 bitch stop, jaw drop off this hip hop

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

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

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

Two dudes, one looked like Matt Harprin
Later on he's eatin' an' ball in
An' I jumped out like, "Fuck season"
Van Dam up in the grand am

hot, no air for the car jam
Twenty inches ride both on
nice Chevrolet 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 paint straight the honeycomb
Wood interior leather an' chrome
Everybody out, it's on, it's on

Hop in with me, we 'bout to
You gotta pop it, I drope a 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 tell me nean
Drop the top, showin' off for the
'Cause the Cadillac stretch on dem bow stillets
Where the candy paint sets a wet cigarette

Bubble primers, chrome spiders inside us
Big enough for my team an' a couple of
But it hold no minors, major
Wood grain an' ya get deep beater's big

Feel boom from the beats in my big
It's on in my seats an' my
Don't dirt on my name, no shirt as I lean
Out the window pane, you hear the boy sang

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