Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Driver

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

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

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

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

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

The dance that goes with
is the keep perfectly still.
your brain becomes burnt out,
like cheap will.

I've been spending almost
all my nights with my full.
Between my rhymes
and my fights the Man-Wolf.

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