Luyện nghe bài hát Drive

Come on, ma, can I borrow the
My generation is with doom and disease
up, skipper, the new American Asterix
You're riding shotty with of Nascareth

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

I'll be in a jalopy with a mami gettin' rest
And howl at the glowing moon, roof as proof 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, this is the El-Product
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 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 away, stay 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 Humvee with no bullet siding
(Sorry, guys)

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

You call 'em windows, I call 'em 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 rocked in casbah if the too fast

Here come the cannon balls, run, get in your
The days of thunder's creepin' up sooner you expected
Paranoid brethren their on star knowing 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 conveniently

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

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

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

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

Camu was like it, just keep the beats dirty dusty
I grabbed the CD radio like, 10/4 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,
Hopped in the screaming, "Freedom is mine"
Drive, drive, drive,
the tune I so conveniently provide

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