Luyện nghe bài hát Taxi Driver

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

Da 5'9"]
I got a on the gas, I got my eye on the road
With an open mind as I roll, to spy on my soul
I lose control, up to a liquor sto' then get blowed
Ridin skid row, feelin kind of miserable
I been the same my enemies came
You played a game, you get a foul, the pain
Though I got a pen of poison, the venom is fame
The light changes, I take a right on Lane
And see, a couple niggaz on the corner
Lookin more and familiar closer to 'em I get
I up, hit the locks, they open 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 - [imitating "I'm hip-notic, hip-ocritical
I say (Dear Mama) and wonder why they call you bitch
I drama, I step to the odds lookin at death in the eyes
They probably MURDER ME, my disguise
You see it's money over bitches, bitches bring
bring trouble and trouble wanna FOLLOW ME!
Drop me on the corner of and Koval
And (All Eyez) on you"
Then I to a stop
He the car, so I leave and I hear SHOTS

Da 5'9"]
I'm the driver

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

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

Da 5'9"]
I'm the driver