Luyện nghe bài hát Drive

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

At the end of the day, we all on 24s, 365 horses
No horse shit with nothing but a learner's
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

be in a jalopy with 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
I'ma pimp this ride like fly formula one-er, 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,
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 whip and peel away, stay

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

Brooklyn, baby I'm water locked walkin'
When the was imposed closing transportational service
This gonzomatic turns me Hunter S. Thompson
With my lawyer leaning over the side mirror vomiting

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

Here come the cannon balls, run, get in gremlin
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 conveniently

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, stay

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

I knew a kid who navigated it
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 A card has one too many initials
And autobot on the 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 the beats dirty dusty
I grabbed the CD radio like, good buddy
I'll keep running the even when muddy '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,
Bumpin' the 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, stay