Luyện nghe bài hát Stop That Train

It's 4:00 a.m. I've got the Dr. Ale
got nothing to lose so I'm pissin' on the third rail
Groggy eyed and fried I'm for the station
D-Train ride Coney Island

Dedicated to the boofers in the of the 1 train
They'll be out windows high on cocaine
the turnstyle I lost my last token
Riding between the cars smoking

finger popping
Two fucking I seen them rocking
Head for the last car fluorescent light
Policeman told my homeboy put crack out

You know you light up when the go down
Read the New York, Fulton, St. Downtown
Same every day but you don't know their names
people going placed on the D-Train

French trench wing tip going to work
Pulling a like Captain Kirk
Pick pocket gangsters paying their
Caught a in the lung from Bernie Goetz

Overworked and staring at the floor
Prostitutes spandex caught in the dong doors
Stuck between the it seems like an eternity
Sweating like in a flophouse fraternity

$50.00 fine for the peace
The neck tortoise the Lee's
Hot cup of and the donuts are Dunkin
night and Jamaica Queens funkin

Elevated platform gonna conform
Riding over the diner I always get my toast warm
Bust the conductor's booth and busted out rhymes
the loud speaker about the hard times

Sat across a man readin' El Diario
Riding the train down from El
Went from the station to Orange Julius
a hot dog from my man George Drakoulias