Luyện nghe bài hát Drive

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

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

be in a jalopy with a mami gettin' head 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 summer
With a gleam of 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 conveniently

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

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

Brooklyn, baby I'm locked walkin' nervous
When the curfew was closing transportational service
gonzomatic fear turns me Hunter S. Thompson
With my lawyer over the side view mirror vomiting

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

Here come the cannon balls, run, get in gremlin
The days of thunder's creepin' up than you expected
Paranoid 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,
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 whip and peel away, alive

thugs got the heart of Herbie the Luv Bug
It don't take a speed racing mind to see that just stuck
wrap your promo truck with a Nambla stencil
To prove that you're 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 even making his mark
And now he'll never pick his shit up out of long parking

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

Camu was like fuck it, keep the beats dirty dusty
I grabbed the CD radio like, 10/4 good
I'll keep running the track even when '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, use any old ride
Drive, drive, drive,
Hop in the whip and peel away, stay