Luyện nghe bài hát Taxi Driver

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

Da 5'9"]
I got a foot on the gas, I got my eye on the
an open mind as I roll, hopin to spy on my soul
I lose control, pull up to a liquor sto' then get
Ridin skid row, feelin kind of miserable
I been the since my enemies came
You played a game, you get a foul, the pain
I got a pen full of poison, the venom is fame
The light changes, I take a right on Memory
And see, a couple on the corner chillin
Lookin more and more familiar to 'em I get
I pull up, hit the locks, they the door
And hop in and say they is Hip and Hop
So I grin, I don't know 'em for shit
I ask, "Ay homie, why they you Hip?"
He says - [imitating 2Pac] "I'm hip-notic,
I say (Dear Mama) and wonder 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 bring trouble and trouble wanna ME!
Drop me on the corner of Flamingo and
And (All Eyez) on you"
Then I come to a
He exits the car, so I and I hear SHOTS

Da 5'9"]
I'm the taxi

with one passenger left
About to catch a left after I catch my
Peelin past them times niggaz blast them nines
Paranoid, done already lost half my - I'm high!
Thinkin what if the feds try to out me?
I pull up to a stop on a red light at 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 would never diss grind
So I'm waitin at the stoplight, South Street is
I look back at Hop like, call you Hop, right? (Yes!)
After that, he's like - [imitating Notorious B.I.G.] "It's a green
You can weave right through, if you got keen
Then make you a right then, head for the
I'm (Going Going to Cali), uhh
me, (Mo Money Mo Problems)
Especially you built for the stars
You rather be, drivin yo' taxi killed for the car
So drop me on the corner of Boulevard"
I him to the place he requested
I him thanks for the message, the cab shakes when he exits
I pull off (Hypnotized) then SHOTS
And then my DIE soon as they kill Hop

Royce]
What's on mind?
in your back seat?
Do you go off your own
Are you even drivin own car?
I know what you thinkin, "This nigga sayin 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 taxi