Luyện nghe bài hát Taxi Driver

[Chorus: Da 5'9"]
I'm the taxi
around with me and my thoughts
In the seat behind me speakin
to me I'm drivin, I'm hearin them talk
to me sayin they wanna go
Soon as they get in, close the do'
And I cruise to wherever we ridin
you can imagine from coast to coast

Da 5'9"]
I got a foot on the gas, I got my eye on the
an open mind as I roll, hopin to spy on my soul
I lose control, pull up to a liquor then get blowed
Ridin down row, feelin kind of miserable
I been the since my enemies came
You played a game, you get a foul, the penalty's
I got a pen full of poison, the venom is fame
The light changes, I take a right on Memory
And see, a niggaz on the corner chillin
more and more familiar closer to 'em I get
I pull up, hit the locks, they the door
And hop in and say names is Hip and Hop
So I grin, pretend I don't 'em for shit
I ask, "Ay homie, why call you Hip?"
He says - 2Pac] "I'm hip-notic, hip-ocritical
I could say (Dear Mama) and wonder why they call you
I seen drama, I step to the lookin at death in the eyes
They MURDER ME, check my disguise
You see money over bitches, bitches bring lies
Money trouble and trouble wanna FOLLOW ME!
me on the corner of Flamingo and Koval
And (All Eyez) on you"
Then I to a stop
He exits the car, so I and I hear SHOTS

Da 5'9"]
I'm the taxi

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

Royce]
What's on mind?
Who's in your seat?
Do you go off your own
Are you drivin your own car?
I know what you thinkin, "This nigga sayin is dead"
Don't take like I'm sayin we lost Hip-Hop
it like I lost my mind

Da 5'9"]
I'm the taxi