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 while I'm drivin, I'm them talk
to me sayin where wanna go
Soon as get in, they close the do'
And then I cruise to we ridin
Wherever you can 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 sto' get blowed
Ridin down skid row, feelin kind of
I been the since my enemies came
You played a game, you get a foul, the pain
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 more and more 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 know 'em for
I ask, "Ay homie, why they you Hip?"
He says - [imitating "I'm hip-notic, hip-ocritical
I could say (Dear Mama) and wonder why they you bitch
I drama, I step to the odds lookin at death in the eyes
They probably MURDER ME, check my
You see it's money bitches, bitches bring lies
bring trouble and trouble wanna FOLLOW 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 leave and I SHOTS

Da 5'9"]
I'm the driver

Ridin one passenger left
About to catch a 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 pull up to a stop on a red light at Street
I catch a parade goin by, full of and snappers
A Cadillac float full of
Carryin a sayin "It's Our Time"
I wave sayin I would diss y'all grind
So I'm waitin at the stoplight, South is jumpin
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
Trust me, (Mo Mo Problems)
Especially when you for the stars
You rather be, drivin yo' taxi killed for the car
So drop me on the of Wilshire Boulevard"
I take him to the he requested
I tell him thanks for the message, the cab shakes when he
I pull off (Hypnotized) hear SHOTS
And then my DIE soon as they kill Hop

Royce]
What's on mind?
Who's in your 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 song like I'm we lost Hip-Hop
Take it I lost my mind

Da 5'9"]
I'm the taxi