Luyện nghe bài hát Drive

Come on, ma, can I borrow the
My generation is with doom and disease
Buckle up, skipper, the new American
You're riding shotty 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 a fucking New Yorker
Who knows sittin' in traffic with these bastards is torture

be in a jalopy with a mami gettin' head rest
And howl at the glowing moon, as proof that I'm not dead yet
And y'all can all give me the Hummer, 'cause in the
I'ma 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,
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 and peel away, stay alive

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

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

You call 'em windows, I call 'em asbestos
For wheezing in my chest I'll need more 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 your
The of thunder's creepin' up sooner than 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 I so conveniently provide

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

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

I knew a kid who navigated it
And fuel a speedball on his way to Atlantic City
Out the race even making his mark
And now he'll pick his shit up out of long term parking

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

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

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 and peel away, stay alive