Luyện nghe bài hát My Ride

Yo, feelin' like it's Sunday mornin', steak an' eggs
Hey, livin' off some big rims, lookin' like some
her like a pimp typa nigga, ain't me
With the tint 35 percent so ya see

Fish scales shotgun, the L to big V
Flip Flop candy, 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 from
We them type of that crack corn in a bucket
A hundred an' spoke, goddamn
Look but don't touch it ,we comin' down I-65, an' company

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

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

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

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

hot, no air for the car jam
Twenty inches ride both on
Look Chevrolet on pipes
Keep Chevy that twinkle so bright

B.O.B, ball on budget
out two, thou on the '89 cutlass, bitch
Nah, you ride, I'm selfish
Ain't too many ho's touch this velvet

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

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

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

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

Feel boom from the beats in my big
It's on in my an' my signature
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 hundred
My candy paint from the honeycomb
Wood grain interior leather an'
ride out, it's on, it's on