Luyện nghe bài hát Stop That Train

It's 4:00 a.m. I've got the Dr. Ale
I've got nothing to lose so I'm on the third rail
eyed and fried I'm headed for the station
D-Train ride Coney Island

Dedicated to the boofers in the of the 1 train
They'll be kicking out windows high on
Jump the I lost my last token
Riding the cars pissing smoking

finger popping
Two bums fucking I them rocking
Head for the last car light blackout
told my homeboy put that crack out

You know you light up when the go down
Read the New York, Fulton, St. Downtown
Same faces every day but you don't know names
Party going placed on the D-Train

French trench coat tip going to work
a train like Captain Kirk
Pick gangsters paying their debts
Caught a bullet in the lung from Goetz

Overworked and underpaid staring at the
Prostitutes spandex caught in the ding dong
Stuck between the stations it seems like an
Sweating like sardines in a fraternity

$50.00 fine for the peace
The tortoise the Lee's creased
Hot cup of and the donuts are Dunkin
Friday night and Queens funkin

Elevated platform never conform
Riding over the diner where I always get my toast
Bust into the booth and busted out rhymes
Over the loud speaker about the times

Sat across from a man readin' El
Riding the train down El Barrio
from the station straight to Orange Julius
Bought a hot dog my man George Drakoulias