Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Driver

I the earth quietly,
by day a net.
no strings attached,
to a marionette.

See there's so time left
and yet so much space.
why don't you give me a call later on
so we can base.

I across the seven seas,
and the sounds of handclaps.
And just try to keep my
out of the traps, heh.

'Cause I go on live,
all my enemies try to
to make my whole entire
routine take a dive.

But ain't commercialized
hip hop or pop.
Nah, ain't the mashed potato.
Uh-Uh,this ain't the hop.

The dance that goes this
is the keep perfectly still.
Before your brain becomes out,
cheap circuitry will.

Lately I've been almost
all my nights with my full.
writing my rhymes
and my with the Man-Wolf.

I'm building a mousetrap
and plus a fence.
I trust my instincts
and I my spider-sense.