Luyện nghe bài hát Drive

Come on, ma, can I the keys?
My generation is with doom and disease
Buckle up, skipper, the new Asterix
You're riding shotty with Jesus of

At the end of the day, we all sittin' on 24s, 365
No horse shit nothing but a learner's permit
Delinquents on the Autobahn our airbags off the worthless
I'm not depressed, man, I'm just a New Yorker
Who knows that sittin' in traffic with these is torture

I'll be in a jalopy a mami gettin' head rest
And at the glowing moon, roof as proof that I'm not dead yet
And y'all can all give me the Hummer, in the meantime
I'ma pimp this ride like fly formula one-er, this is the summer
With a gleam of factory gun metal sheen grey and no vin

Drive, drive,
in the hooptie screaming, "Freedom is mine"
Drive, drive, drive,
Bumpin' the I so conveniently provide

Drive, drive, drive, drive,
Don't have to be flashy, use any old ride
Drive, drive, drive,
Hop in the and peel away, stay alive

Cars slide by with the system
Like New York is Fallujah with gear using Christians
Posted up for the gods of oil
In a military with no bullet proof siding
(Sorry, guys)

Brooklyn, baby I'm locked walkin' nervous
When the curfew was closing transportational service
gonzomatic fear turns me Hunter S. Thompson
With my lawyer leaning over the side view mirror

You 'em windows, I call 'em asbestos lesseners
For this wheezing in my chest I'll need more fucking air fresheners
There ain't no easy pass, on the dash
You'll get rocked in casbah if the too fast

Here come the cannon balls, run, get in gremlin
The days of thunder's creepin' up sooner you expected
Paranoid brethren disable their on star knowing they'll us
Pull us and shout, "Get out le car"

Drive, drive,
in the hooptie screaming, "Freedom is mine"
Drive, drive, drive,
Bumpin' the tune I so provide

Drive, drive, drive, drive,
Don't have to be flashy, I'll use any old
Drive, drive, drive,
Hop in the whip and peel away, stay

These got the heart of Herbie the Luv Bug
It don't a speed racing mind to see that they're just stuck
I'll wrap your promo truck a Nambla stencil
To prove that you're fucking frontin' up in a rental

I knew a kid who it slippery
And fuel a speedball on his way to Atlantic City
Out the race before even his mark
And now he'll never pick his up out of long term parking

My A card has one too many initials
And on the fringe of liquid addiction spinning fish-tails
to careen on some toonces shit off the cliff
But of the sport of racing is keeping me out of coffins

Camu was like fuck it, keep the beats dirty dusty
I grabbed the CD radio like, 10/4 good
I'll keep running the track even muddy 'cause my insurance
Don't cover leaving the pit crew that me, so I drive

Drive, drive,
in the hooptie screaming, "Freedom is mine"
Drive, drive, drive,
Bumpin' the tune I so conveniently

Drive, drive, drive, drive,
have to be flashy, I'll use any old ride
Drive, drive, drive,
Hop in the whip and peel away, alive