Luyện nghe bài hát Drive

Come on, ma, can I the keys?
My generation is carpooling with doom and
Buckle up, skipper, the new American
You're shotty with 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 our airbags off the worthless
I'm not depressed, man, I'm a fucking New Yorker
Who that sittin' in traffic with these bastards is torture

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

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

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

Brooklyn, baby I'm locked walkin' nervous
When the curfew was imposed 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
There no easy pass, hands on the dash
get rocked 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
Paranoid brethren disable their on star they'll trace us
Pull us and shout, "Get out le car"

Drive, drive,
Hopped in the screaming, "Freedom is mine"
Drive, drive, drive,
the tune I so conveniently provide

Drive, drive, drive, drive,
Don't have to be flashy, 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 take a speed racing mind to see that they're just stuck
I'll wrap your promo truck with a stencil
To prove that fucking babies frontin' up in a rental

I knew a kid who navigated it
And fuel a speedball on his way to Atlantic City
Out the before even making 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 fringe of addiction spinning fish-tails
to careen on some toonces shit off the cliff
But love of the sport of racing is me out of coffins

Camu was like it, just keep the beats dirty dusty
I grabbed the CD radio like, 10/4 buddy
keep running the track 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 have to be flashy, use any old ride
Drive, drive, drive,
Hop in the whip and peel away, alive