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
Play her like a pimp typa nigga, me
With the tint 35 percent so ya see

Fish scales shotgun, the L to big V
Flop candy, lookin' so wet it drip drop
From the tip top, chrome duce
Make a bitch stop, jaw ballin' off this hip hop

On a budget back an' forth Kentucky
We them type of niggas that crack in a bucket
A hundred an' spoke, goddamn
but don't 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 Nappy Roots as well
Big V, B. Stille, Prophet, Clutch an' Scales, yeah

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

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

Two white dudes, one looked Matt Harprin
Later on he's an' ball 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 both on
nice Chevrolet on pipes
Keep Chevy tint 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 ride be sittin' on the hundred
My candy paint straight from the
Wood grain interior an' chrome
Everybody ride out, on, it's on

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

clean you can't tell me nean
Drop the top, showin' off for the
'Cause the Cadillac on dem bow legged stillets
Where the candy 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 grain an' ya get deep beater's big

Feel boom from the in my big speakers
It's on in my an' my signature
Don't throw dirt on my name, no shirt as I
Out the window pane, you hear the country boy

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