Luyện nghe bài hát Drive

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

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

I'll be in a jalopy a mami gettin' head rest
And howl at the glowing moon, roof as 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
a gleam of factory gun metal sheen grey and no vin number

Drive, drive,
Hopped in the screaming, "Freedom is mine"
Drive, drive, drive,
the tune I so conveniently provide

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

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

Brooklyn, I'm water locked walkin' nervous
When the was imposed closing transportational service
This gonzomatic turns me Hunter S. Thompson
With my lawyer leaning over the side view vomiting

You 'em windows, I call 'em asbestos lesseners
For this wheezing in my chest I'll need more fucking air fresheners
There no easy pass, hands on the dash
You'll get in casbah if the movement's too fast

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

Drive, drive,
Hopped in the 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 whip and away, stay alive

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

I a kid who navigated it slippery
And fuel injected a speedball on his way to Atlantic
Out the race before making his mark
And now he'll never pick his up out of long term parking

My triple A has one too many initials
And autobot on the fringe of addiction spinning fish-tails
About to careen on toonces shit off the cliff
But love of the sport of is keeping me out of coffins

Camu was like fuck it, just keep the dirty dusty
I grabbed the CD like, 10/4 good buddy
I'll keep running the track even when '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 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