Luyện nghe bài hát Taxi Driver

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

Da 5'9"]
I got a foot on the gas, I got my eye on the
With an mind as I roll, hopin to spy on my soul
I control, pull up to a liquor sto' then get blowed
Ridin down 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 a right on Memory Lane
And see, a couple niggaz on the corner
Lookin more and more closer to 'em I get
I pull up, hit the locks, open 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 - [imitating 2Pac] "I'm hip-notic, hip-ocritical
I could say (Dear Mama) and wonder why call you bitch
I seen drama, I step to the lookin at death in the eyes
They MURDER ME, check my disguise
You see money over bitches, bitches bring lies
Money bring trouble and 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 hear

Da 5'9"]
I'm the taxi

with one passenger left
About to catch a left after I catch my
past them times where niggaz blast them nines
Paranoid, done already lost half my - I'm high!
Thinkin like if the feds try to out me?
I pull up to a stop on a red light at South
I catch a parade by, full of rappers and snappers
A Cadillac float of trapsters
a sign sayin "It's Our Time"
I wave I would never diss y'all grind
So I'm waitin at the stoplight, South Street is
I look at Hop like, people call you Hop, right? (Yes!)
After that, he's like - [imitating B.I.G.] "It's a green light
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
me, (Mo Money Mo Problems)
Especially when you built for the
You rather be, yo' taxi than killed for the car
So me on the corner of Wilshire Boulevard"
I him to the place he requested
I him thanks for the message, the cab shakes when he exits
I pull off (Hypnotized) hear SHOTS
And then my engine DIE soon as they Hop

[Interlude:
What's on your
in your back seat?
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
it like I lost my mind

Da 5'9"]
I'm the taxi