Luyện nghe bài hát Taxi Driver

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

Da 5'9"]
I got a on the gas, I got my eye on the road
With an open mind as I roll, to spy on my soul
I control, pull up to a liquor sto' then get blowed
Ridin down skid row, feelin kind of
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 changes, I take a right on Memory Lane
And see, a couple niggaz on the chillin
Lookin and more familiar closer to 'em I get
I pull up, hit the locks, they the door
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 they you Hip?"
He says - [imitating 2Pac] "I'm hip-notic,
I say (Dear Mama) and wonder why they call you bitch
I drama, I step to the odds 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 wanna FOLLOW ME!
Drop me on the of Flamingo and Koval
And (All Eyez) on you"
Then I to a stop
He exits the car, so I leave and I SHOTS

Da 5'9"]
I'm the taxi

with one passenger left
About to catch a left I catch my breath
Peelin past them times where niggaz blast them
Paranoid, already lost half my mind - I'm high!
like what if the feds try to out me?
I pull up to a on a red light at South Street
I catch a parade goin by, of rappers and snappers
A float full of trapsters
Carryin a sayin "It's Our Time"
I wave I would never diss y'all grind
So I'm waitin at the stoplight, South is jumpin
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 then, head 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' taxi killed for the car
So me on the corner of Wilshire Boulevard"
I take him to the place he
I him thanks for the message, the cab shakes when he exits
I pull off (Hypnotized) hear SHOTS
And then my DIE soon as they kill Hop

[Interlude:
What's on your
Who's in your seat?
Do you go off own thoughts?
Are you even your own car?
I know what you thinkin, "This nigga Hip-Hop is dead"
Don't take like I'm sayin we lost Hip-Hop
it like I lost my mind

Da 5'9"]
I'm the driver