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 talk
to me where they wanna go
Soon as get in, they close the do'
And then I cruise to wherever we
Wherever you can imagine from 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' get blowed
Ridin down row, feelin kind of miserable
I been the same since my came
You a game, you get a foul, the penalty's pain
Though I got a pen full of poison, the is fame
The light changes, I a right on Memory Lane
And see, a couple niggaz on the chillin
more 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, I don't know 'em for shit
I ask, "Ay homie, why they you Hip?"
He says - [imitating 2Pac] "I'm hip-notic,
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 MURDER ME, check my
You see it's money over bitches, bring lies
Money trouble and trouble wanna FOLLOW ME!
me on the corner of Flamingo and Koval
And (All Eyez) on you"
Then I to a stop
He the car, so I leave and I hear SHOTS

Da 5'9"]
I'm the driver

Ridin with one left
About to catch a left I catch my breath
Peelin past them times niggaz blast them nines
Paranoid, already lost half my mind - 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 parade goin by, full of rappers and
A Cadillac float of trapsters
Carryin a sayin "It's Our Time"
I wave sayin I would never y'all grind
So I'm at the stoplight, South Street is jumpin
I look at Hop like, people call you Hop, right? (Yes!)
that, he's like - [imitating Notorious B.I.G.] "It's a green light
You can weave right through, if you got sight
Then make you a then, head for the valley
I'm (Going Going to Cali), uhh
me, (Mo Money Mo Problems)
Especially you built for the stars
You rather be, yo' taxi than killed for the car
So drop me on the corner of Boulevard"
I take him to the place he
I tell him thanks for the message, the cab shakes when he
I pull off (Hypnotized) then hear
And my engine DIE soon as they kill Hop

Royce]
What's on mind?
in your back seat?
Do you go off own thoughts?
Are you even drivin your own
I what you thinkin, "This nigga sayin Hip-Hop is dead"
Don't take song like I'm sayin we Hip-Hop
Take it like I my mind

Da 5'9"]
I'm the taxi