The Rolls-Royce 25/30 built between 1936 and 1938 is an updated version of the 20/25 with larger engine to provide more power, as often, over-large bodies had been fitted to the earlier model leading to complaints about its performance.
The in-line 6-cylinder, overhead-valve 25/30 hp engine is similar to that used in the 20/25 but increased in capacity to 4,257 cc (259.8 cu in) by increasing the bore from 3.25 inches (8.3 cm) to 3.5 inches (8.9 cm), with the stroke remaining at 4.5 inches (114.3 mm). The compression ratio is 6:1. A single proprietary Stromberg downdraught carburettor replaced the Rolls-Royce one, and magneto ignition was no longer fitted, but a standby coil was provided. The four-speed gearbox is mounted in unit with the engine, and a traditional right-hand change used. Synchromesh is fitted to third and top gears.
The riveted chassis has rigid front and rear axles suspended by half-elliptic springs with hydraulic dampers. Braking is on all four wheels assisted by a mechanical servo, famously under licence of Hispano-Suiza. Separate rear brakes are fitted for the handbrake. The traditional Rolls-Royce radiator with triangular top was used with vertical louvres, the opening angle of which is controlled thermostatically to control engine cooling.
Featuring Kevin Durant
My dreams coming true for wishing
My money coming in like they pay me that tuition
Swag what they talkin’ man, I’m the definition
And I’m in a different class like I’m sitting in detention
Sitting in the ghost, I’m riding down the interstate
Stay strapped up cuz you know these niggas finna hate
I take my place at the top of the throne
I don’t care if they really think they on
I’m from the east side as P is wise reside
Wanna see what K divide
Hold up, just let me decide
Choosing from a variety, niggas catching anxiety
23, a lot of fucking cheese, so inspiring
Sleeping and working, I’m working and thinking
I’m blowin’ on some purp when I’m drinking
I’m getting grow too
Linkin’ for certain but work for them Franklin’s
Fuck them clothes, messin’ by
Tell Derek I need a Rolls too
All blue, you know where I be at, biat
I ain’t got a record deal so I ain’t gotta relapse
I can say whatever I want. You don’t agree that?
Then you don’t gotta play mine cuz I’mma spill same mine
Cuz where I’m from niggas be drawing with no crayon
Catch you in the hood, R I P Trevon
I’m just telling you what I know, not what I’ve heard
Phillie, Phillie where them shooters comin’ off the grape vine
They wanna see us knocked up, locked up, AKON
All that Gucci–Louie talk, save that shit for Kraesha
The way I’m movin’ up you’da thought I was a mason
KD, they back on my pipe, just tell ‘em stay on
Niggas pray on for you not to stay on
I discount, double check them niggas like I’m state farm
I’m killin’ Rolls, I’m stuntin’ up in the SLS
Watch me get busy, I’m killin’ to whip my baguette
New baguettes got your ex-girl getting super wet
And I spit retarded boss so I’mma need a stupid check
Move in the other room right now, getting super wet
Chill Priv, niggas don’t know what the fuck to do with that
I’m with my Phillie niggas and we don’t feel these niggas
Even with a megaphone we still couldn’t hear these niggas
I’m with my DC niggas, we don’t fuck with scary niggas
Rappin’ as, actin’ as old Tyler Perry niggas
Goddamn, you can hit that shit?
That nigga Privaledge, goddamn
And Kevin Durant, ain’t that nigga a basketball playa?
And they going in like that?
Shit man, them niggas is crissed
Them niggas go hard