Luyện nghe bài hát Drive

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

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

I'll be in a jalopy a mami gettin' head rest
And at the glowing moon, roof as proof that I'm not dead yet
And can all give me the Hummer, 'cause in the meantime
pimp this ride like fly formula one-er, this is the El-Product summer
With a gleam of factory gun metal sheen 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 by with the booming system
Like New is Fallujah with metal gear using Christians
up for the gods of oil mining
In a military Humvee no bullet proof siding
(Sorry, guys)

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

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

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

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 whip and peel away, 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 truck a Nambla stencil
To prove that fucking babies frontin' up in a rental

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

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

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

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

Drive, drive, drive, drive,
have to be flashy, I'll use any old ride
Drive, drive, drive,
Hop in the and peel away, stay alive