Luyện nghe bài hát Garbage Grove

They come now, you see
Yep, of the crews, I told you
Now they look like gonna fight
Try 'em on

We this trip to garden grove
It smelt like inside the van, oh yeah
ain't no funky reggae party, five dollar at the door
It so real sometimes, who wrote my rhyme?

got the microwave, got the VCR
I got the duece, duece in the trunk of my car, oh
If you only knew all the love that I
It's hard to keep my soul on the

Your a fool, don't fuck with my God
All that I can see I steal, my don't understand
And in my mind, music from Jamaica all the love that I
Pull over there's a reason why my soul's

It's you, that shit stuck under my shoe
It's that smell the van
It's my bed sheet with sand
Sitting through a band

dog shit on my hands
Gettin' by the man
up to an alarm
Stickin' in your arm

Pickin' up on the freeway
Feelin' every day
without making a sound
Pickin' my dog up at the

in a tweeker pad
Gettin' at by my Dad
Sayin' I'm when I'm not
Findin' in the pot

Ooh, all things I do
waiting for you