Luyện nghe bài hát Taxi Driver

[Chorus: Da 5'9"]
I'm the taxi
Ridin around with me and my
In the back seat behind me
to me while I'm drivin, I'm them talk
to me sayin where wanna go
Soon as they get in, close the do'
And I cruise to wherever we ridin
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 mind as I roll, hopin to spy on my
I lose control, pull up to a sto' then get blowed
Ridin down skid row, feelin kind of
I been the same my enemies came
You a game, you get a foul, the penalty's pain
Though I got a pen of poison, the venom is fame
The changes, I take a right on Memory Lane
And see, a couple niggaz on the 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 call you Hip?"
He - [imitating 2Pac] "I'm hip-notic, hip-ocritical
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, my disguise
You see money over bitches, bitches bring lies
Money bring trouble and trouble wanna ME!
Drop me on the of Flamingo and Koval
And (All Eyez) on you"
I come to a stop
He exits the car, so I leave and I hear

Da 5'9"]
I'm the driver

Ridin one passenger left
About to a left after I catch my breath
Peelin them times where niggaz blast them nines
Paranoid, done already lost my mind - I'm high!
Thinkin what if the feds try to out me?
I pull up to a on a red light at South Street
I catch a goin by, full of rappers and snappers
A Cadillac full of trapsters
Carryin a sayin "It's Our Time"
I sayin I would never diss y'all grind
So I'm waitin at the stoplight, Street is jumpin
I look back at Hop like, people call you Hop, (Yes!)
After that, like - [imitating Notorious B.I.G.] "It's a green light
You can weave right through, if you got sight
Then you a right then, head for the valley
I'm (Going to Cali Cali), uhh
me, (Mo Money Mo Problems)
Especially when you built for the
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 tell him thanks for the message, the cab shakes when he
I pull off (Hypnotized) then hear
And then my engine DIE soon as they Hop

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

Da 5'9"]
I'm the driver