Luyện nghe bài hát Drive

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

At the end of the day, we all sittin' on 24s, 365
No horse shit with but a learner's 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 mami 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 pimp this ride like fly formula one-er, this is the El-Product
With a gleam of factory gun metal sheen grey and no vin

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

Drive, drive, drive, drive,
have to be flashy, I'll use any old ride
Drive, drive, drive,
Hop in the whip and away, stay alive

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

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

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

Here the cannon balls, run, get in your gremlin
The days of thunder's creepin' up sooner you expected
Paranoid brethren disable their on star knowing 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,
Don't to be flashy, I'll use any old ride
Drive, drive, drive,
Hop in the and peel away, stay alive

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

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

My triple A card has one too initials
And autobot on the of liquid addiction spinning 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 when muddy 'cause my insurance
Don't cover leaving the pit 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 away, stay alive