Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Driver

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

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

I swim the seven seas,
and follow the of handclaps.
And just try to 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 this commercialized
hip hop or pop.
Nah, ain't the mashed potato.
Uh-Uh,this the windy hop.

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

Lately I've been spending
all my with my hands full.
writing my rhymes
and my fights the Man-Wolf.

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