Luyện nghe bài hát Taxi Driver

[Chorus: Da 5'9"]
I'm the taxi
Ridin around with me and my
In the back seat behind me
to me while I'm drivin, I'm hearin talk
to me sayin where they go
as they get in, they close the do'
And then I to wherever we ridin
you can imagine from coast to coast

Da 5'9"]
I got a on the gas, I got my eye on the road
With an open mind as I roll, hopin to spy on my
I lose control, pull up to a liquor then get blowed
Ridin down skid row, feelin of miserable
I been the since my enemies came
You a game, you get a foul, the penalty's pain
Though I got a pen full of poison, the is fame
The light changes, I take a on Memory 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 they 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 why they call you bitch
I seen drama, I step to the lookin at death in the eyes
They probably ME, check my disguise
You see it's money over bitches, bitches lies
Money trouble and trouble wanna FOLLOW ME!
me on the corner of Flamingo and Koval
And (All Eyez) on you"
Then I come to a
He the car, so I leave and I hear SHOTS

Da 5'9"]
I'm the taxi

Ridin one passenger left
About to catch a left after I my breath
past them times where niggaz blast them nines
Paranoid, already lost half my mind - I'm high!
Thinkin like if the feds try to out me?
I pull up to a on a red light 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 wave sayin I would never diss y'all
So I'm waitin at the stoplight, Street is jumpin
I look back at Hop like, people you Hop, right? (Yes!)
After that, like - [imitating Notorious B.I.G.] "It's a green light
You can weave right through, if you got 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 than for the car
So drop me on the corner of Boulevard"
I take him to the he requested
I him thanks for the message, the cab shakes when he exits
I pull off (Hypnotized) hear SHOTS
And my engine DIE soon as they kill Hop

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

Da 5'9"]
I'm the taxi