Luyện nghe bài hát Taxi Driver

[Chorus: Da 5'9"]
I'm the driver
Ridin around me and my thoughts
In the back seat me speakin
to me I'm drivin, I'm hearin them talk
to me where they wanna go
as they get in, they close the do'
And I cruise to wherever we ridin
Wherever you can from coast to coast

Da 5'9"]
I got a on the gas, I got my eye on the road
With an mind as I roll, hopin to spy on my soul
I lose control, pull up to a liquor sto' then get
Ridin down skid row, feelin kind of
I the same since my enemies came
You played a game, you get a foul, the penalty's
Though I got a pen full of poison, the is fame
The changes, I take a right on Memory Lane
And see, a couple niggaz on the chillin
Lookin and more familiar closer to 'em I get
I pull up, hit the locks, they open the
And hop in and say names is Hip and Hop
So I grin, pretend I know 'em for shit
I ask, "Ay homie, why they you Hip?"
He says - [imitating "I'm hip-notic, hip-ocritical
I could say (Dear Mama) and why they call you bitch
I seen drama, I step to the lookin at death in the eyes
probably MURDER ME, check my disguise
You see it's money bitches, bitches bring lies
Money trouble and trouble wanna FOLLOW ME!
Drop me on the corner of and Koval
And (All Eyez) on you"
Then I come to a
He exits the car, so I leave and I SHOTS

Da 5'9"]
I'm the driver

with one passenger left
About to a left after I catch my breath
Peelin past them times where niggaz blast them
Paranoid, done already half my mind - I'm high!
like what if the feds try to out me?
I pull up to a stop on a red at South Street
I catch a parade by, full of rappers and snappers
A float full of trapsters
Carryin a sign "It's Our Time"
I sayin I would never diss y'all grind
So I'm waitin at the stoplight, South is jumpin
I look back at Hop like, call you Hop, right? (Yes!)
After that, he's like - Notorious B.I.G.] "It's a green light
You can weave through, if you got keen sight
make you a right then, head for the valley
I'm (Going Going to Cali), uhh
Trust me, (Mo Mo Problems)
Especially when you for the stars
You rather be, yo' taxi than killed for the car
So me on the corner of Wilshire Boulevard"
I him to the place he requested
I tell him thanks for the message, the cab shakes when he
I pull off (Hypnotized) hear SHOTS
And then my engine DIE soon as kill Hop

[Interlude:
on your mind?
Who's in your seat?
Do you go off own thoughts?
Are you even drivin own car?
I what you thinkin, "This nigga sayin Hip-Hop is dead"
Don't take song like I'm sayin we lost
Take it like I my mind

Da 5'9"]
I'm the driver