Luyện nghe bài hát Taxi Driver

[Chorus: Da 5'9"]
I'm the driver
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 where they go
Soon as they get in, close the do'
And then I cruise to wherever we
Wherever you can 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 liquor sto' then get
Ridin down row, feelin kind of miserable
I been the same since my came
You played a game, you get a foul, the pain
Though I got a pen full of poison, the is fame
The light changes, I take a right on Memory
And see, a couple niggaz on the corner
Lookin more and more familiar to 'em I get
I pull up, hit the locks, they open the
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 to the odds lookin at death in the eyes
They probably ME, check my disguise
You see it's over bitches, bitches bring lies
Money bring trouble and trouble wanna 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

Ridin with one passenger
to catch a left after I catch my breath
Peelin past them times where niggaz them nines
Paranoid, done already half 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 Cadillac full of trapsters
Carryin a sign "It's Our Time"
I wave sayin I would diss y'all grind
So I'm at the stoplight, South Street is jumpin
I back at Hop like, people call you Hop, right? (Yes!)
After that, he's like - [imitating Notorious B.I.G.] "It's a light
You can weave right through, if you got sight
Then make you a right then, for the valley
I'm (Going to Cali Cali), uhh
Trust me, (Mo Mo Problems)
when you built for the stars
You rather be, drivin yo' taxi killed for the car
So me on the corner of Wilshire Boulevard"
I him to the place he requested
I tell him thanks for the message, the cab shakes when he
I pull off (Hypnotized) hear SHOTS
And then my engine DIE soon as they Hop

Royce]
What's on your
Who's in your back
Do you go off your own
Are you even drivin 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 lost my

Da 5'9"]
I'm the driver