Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Driver

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

See there's so time left
and yet there's so space.
Thinking why you give me a call later on
so we can base.

I swim across the 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
plots to make my entire
routine a swan dive.

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

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

Lately been spending almost
all my nights my hands full.
writing my rhymes
and my fights the Man-Wolf.

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