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 talk
to me where they wanna go
Soon as they get in, they the do'
And then I cruise to we ridin
you can imagine from coast to coast

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 lose control, pull up to a liquor then get blowed
Ridin down row, feelin kind of miserable
I been the same since my enemies
You a game, you get a foul, the penalty's pain
Though I got a pen full of poison, the venom is
The light changes, I a right on Memory Lane
And see, a couple niggaz on the corner
Lookin more and familiar 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 'em for shit
I ask, "Ay homie, why they you Hip?"
He says - [imitating "I'm hip-notic, hip-ocritical
I say (Dear Mama) and wonder why they call you bitch
I seen drama, I step to the odds lookin at death in the
probably MURDER ME, check my disguise
You see it's money over bitches, bitches bring
Money bring trouble and wanna FOLLOW ME!
Drop me on the corner of 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 with one left
to catch a left after I catch my breath
Peelin past them where niggaz blast them nines
Paranoid, done lost half my mind - I'm high!
Thinkin what if the feds try to out me?
I up to a stop on a red light at South Street
I catch a parade goin by, full of rappers and
A Cadillac float full of
Carryin a sign "It's Our Time"
I wave sayin I would never diss y'all
So I'm waitin at the stoplight, South is jumpin
I back at Hop like, people call you Hop, right? (Yes!)
After that, he's like - Notorious B.I.G.] "It's a green light
You can weave right through, if you got sight
Then make you a right then, head for the
I'm (Going to Cali Cali), uhh
Trust me, (Mo Mo Problems)
Especially when you for the stars
You be, drivin yo' taxi than killed for the car
So me on the corner of Wilshire Boulevard"
I take him to the he requested
I tell him for the message, the cab shakes when he exits
I off (Hypnotized) then hear SHOTS
And my engine DIE soon as they kill Hop

Royce]
What's on your
Who's in back seat?
Do you go off your own
Are you even drivin own car?
I what you thinkin, "This nigga sayin Hip-Hop is dead"
take song like I'm sayin we lost Hip-Hop
Take it I lost my mind

Da 5'9"]
I'm the taxi