Luyện nghe bài hát Drive

Come on, ma, can I borrow the
My generation is carpooling with doom and
Buckle up, skipper, the new American
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
on the Autobahn poppin' our airbags off the worthless
I'm not depressed, man, I'm a fucking New Yorker
Who knows that sittin' in traffic with these bastards is

I'll be in a jalopy with a gettin' head rest
And howl at the moon, roof as proof that I'm not dead yet
And y'all can all give me the Hummer, in the meantime
I'ma pimp this ride like fly one-er, this is the El-Product summer
With a gleam of factory gun 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,
have to be flashy, I'll use any old ride
Drive, drive, drive,
Hop in the whip and peel away, stay

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

Brooklyn, baby I'm water walkin' 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 call 'em windows, I call 'em asbestos
For this wheezing in my chest I'll more than fucking air fresheners
There ain't no easy pass, hands on the
You'll get in casbah if the movement's too fast

Here come the cannon balls, run, get in your
The days of thunder's creepin' up sooner than you
Paranoid brethren disable their on knowing they'll trace 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 and peel away, stay alive

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

I a kid who navigated it slippery
And fuel a speedball on his way to Atlantic City
Out the race before even his mark
And now he'll pick his shit up out of long term parking

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

Camu was like fuck it, just keep the beats dusty
I grabbed the CD radio like, good buddy
I'll keep running the track even when 'cause my insurance
Don't cover leaving the pit crew that me, so I drive

Drive, drive,
in the hooptie 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 and peel away, stay alive