Luyện nghe bài hát Taxi Driver

[Chorus: Da 5'9"]
I'm the driver
Ridin with me and my thoughts
In the seat behind me speakin
to me I'm drivin, I'm hearin them talk
to me sayin where wanna go
Soon as they get in, close the do'
And then I 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
With an open as I roll, hopin to spy on my soul
I lose control, pull up to a sto' then get blowed
Ridin down skid row, feelin kind of
I been the same since my enemies
You a game, you get a foul, the penalty's 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
more and more 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 know 'em for shit
I ask, "Ay homie, why call you Hip?"
He says - [imitating "I'm hip-notic, hip-ocritical
I could say (Dear Mama) and wonder why they you bitch
I seen drama, I step to the odds lookin at in the eyes
They probably MURDER ME, my disguise
You see it's money bitches, bitches bring lies
Money bring trouble and wanna FOLLOW ME!
Drop me on the corner of 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 with one passenger
to catch a left after I catch my breath
Peelin past them times where niggaz them nines
Paranoid, already lost 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 a parade goin by, full of rappers and snappers
A Cadillac float full of
Carryin a sign "It's Our Time"
I sayin I would never diss y'all grind
So I'm at the stoplight, South Street is jumpin
I look back at Hop like, people call you Hop, (Yes!)
After that, he's - [imitating Notorious B.I.G.] "It's a green light
You can weave through, if you got keen sight
Then make you a right then, for the valley
I'm (Going Going to Cali), uhh
Trust me, (Mo Mo Problems)
Especially when you built for the
You rather be, drivin yo' than killed for the car
So drop me on the corner of Boulevard"
I take him to the place he
I tell him thanks for the message, the cab when he exits
I pull off (Hypnotized) then SHOTS
And then my engine DIE as they kill Hop

[Interlude:
What's on your
Who's in your seat?
Do you go off your own
Are you even drivin your own
I know what you thinkin, "This nigga Hip-Hop is dead"
take song like I'm sayin we lost Hip-Hop
Take it like I lost my

Da 5'9"]
I'm the taxi