Luyện nghe bài hát Drive

Come on, ma, can I the keys?
My generation is with doom and disease
Buckle up, skipper, the new American
You're riding shotty with Jesus of

At the end of the day, we all sittin' on 24s, 365
No horse shit with nothing but a permit
Delinquents on the Autobahn poppin' our off the worthless
I'm not depressed, man, I'm just a New Yorker
Who knows that in traffic with these bastards is torture

be in a jalopy with a mami gettin' head rest
And at the glowing moon, roof as proof that I'm not dead yet
And y'all can all give me the Hummer, 'cause in the
I'ma pimp this ride like fly formula one-er, is the El-Product summer
With a gleam of factory gun sheen grey and no vin number

Drive, drive,
in the hooptie screaming, "Freedom is mine"
Drive, drive, drive,
Bumpin' the tune I so provide

Drive, drive, drive, drive,
Don't have to be flashy, I'll use any old
Drive, drive, drive,
Hop in the whip and peel away, alive

Cars slide by with the booming
Like New York is Fallujah with metal using Christians
up for the gods of oil mining
In a military with no bullet proof siding
(Sorry, guys)

Brooklyn, baby I'm water locked nervous
When the curfew was imposed closing service
This fear turns me Hunter S. Thompson
With my lawyer leaning over the side view mirror

You 'em windows, I call 'em asbestos lesseners
For this wheezing in my chest I'll more than fucking air fresheners
ain't no easy pass, hands on the dash
You'll get rocked in casbah if the movement's too

Here the cannon balls, run, get in your gremlin
The days of thunder's creepin' up than you expected
Paranoid brethren disable their on star they'll trace us
us over and shout, "Get out le car"

Drive, drive,
in the hooptie screaming, "Freedom is mine"
Drive, drive, drive,
Bumpin' the tune I so provide

Drive, drive, drive, drive,
Don't to be flashy, I'll use any old ride
Drive, drive, drive,
Hop in the and peel away, stay alive

thugs got the heart of Herbie the Luv Bug
It don't take a racing mind to see that they're just stuck
I'll wrap your promo with a Nambla stencil
To prove you're fucking babies frontin' up in a rental

I a kid who navigated it slippery
And fuel injected a speedball on his way to City
Out the race even making his mark
And now never pick his shit up out of long term parking

My triple A card has one too many
And autobot on the fringe of liquid addiction spinning
About to careen on some toonces shit off the
But love of the sport of racing is me out of coffins

Camu was like fuck it, keep the beats dirty dusty
I grabbed the CD radio like, 10/4 good
I'll keep the track even when muddy 'cause my insurance
Don't cover leaving the pit crew that love me, so I

Drive, drive,
in the hooptie screaming, "Freedom is mine"
Drive, drive, drive,
Bumpin' the I so conveniently provide

Drive, drive, drive, drive,
Don't have to be flashy, use any old ride
Drive, drive, drive,
Hop in the and peel away, stay alive