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 Jesus of Nascareth

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

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

Drive, drive,
Hopped in the 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 away, stay alive

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

Brooklyn, baby I'm water locked walkin'
When the curfew was imposed transportational service
This gonzomatic fear turns me Hunter S.
With my lawyer leaning over the view mirror vomiting

You call 'em windows, I 'em asbestos lesseners
For this wheezing in my chest need more than fucking air fresheners
There no easy pass, hands on the dash
You'll get rocked in casbah if the too fast

Here come the balls, run, get in your 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,
Hopped in the screaming, "Freedom is mine"
Drive, drive, drive,
Bumpin' the I so conveniently 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, alive

These thugs got the of Herbie the Luv Bug
It take a speed racing mind to see that they're just stuck
I'll wrap your promo truck a Nambla stencil
To that you're fucking babies frontin' up in a rental

I knew a kid who it slippery
And fuel injected a on his way to Atlantic City
Out the before even making his mark
And now never pick his shit up out of long term parking

My triple A card has one too initials
And autobot on the fringe of liquid addiction fish-tails
About to careen on some shit off the cliff
But love of the sport of racing is keeping me out of

Camu was like fuck it, just the beats dirty dusty
I grabbed the CD radio like, good buddy
I'll keep running the track even when muddy my insurance
Don't cover the pit crew that love me, so I drive

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, alive