Luyện nghe bài hát Drive

Come on, ma, can I borrow the
My generation is carpooling doom and disease
Buckle up, skipper, the new Asterix
You're riding 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 Autobahn poppin' our airbags off the
I'm not depressed, man, I'm just a New Yorker
Who knows that sittin' in with these bastards is torture

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

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

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

Brooklyn, I'm water locked walkin' nervous
When the curfew was imposed closing service
This gonzomatic 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 need more than fucking air
ain't no easy pass, hands on the dash
You'll get in casbah if the movement's too fast

Here the cannon balls, run, get in your gremlin
The days of thunder's up sooner than you expected
brethren disable their 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,
have to be flashy, I'll use any old ride
Drive, drive, drive,
Hop in the whip and peel away, stay

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

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

My triple A card has one too many
And on the fringe of liquid addiction spinning fish-tails
About to on some 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 beats dirty
I grabbed the CD like, 10/4 good buddy
I'll keep running the track when muddy 'cause my insurance
cover leaving the pit crew that love me, so I drive

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 whip and peel away, alive