Luyện nghe bài hát Taxi Driver

[Chorus: Da 5'9"]
I'm the taxi
Ridin around with me and my
In the seat behind me speakin
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 then I cruise to wherever we
Wherever you can imagine from to coast

Da 5'9"]
I got a foot on the gas, I got my eye on the
With an open mind as I roll, hopin to spy on my
I control, pull up to a liquor sto' then get blowed
down skid row, feelin kind of miserable
I been the same my enemies came
You played a game, you get a foul, the penalty's
Though I got a pen of poison, the venom is fame
The light changes, I a right on Memory Lane
And see, a niggaz on the corner chillin
Lookin and more familiar closer to 'em I get
I pull up, hit the locks, open the door
And hop in and say they is Hip and Hop
So I grin, pretend I know 'em for shit
I ask, "Ay homie, why they you Hip?"
He says - [imitating 2Pac] "I'm hip-notic,
I could say (Dear Mama) and wonder why they you bitch
I seen drama, I step to the odds lookin at in the eyes
probably MURDER ME, check my disguise
You see money over bitches, bitches bring lies
Money bring trouble and trouble FOLLOW ME!
Drop me on the corner of Flamingo and
And (All Eyez) on you"
I come to a stop
He exits the car, so I and I hear SHOTS

Da 5'9"]
I'm the taxi

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

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

Da 5'9"]
I'm the taxi