Luyện nghe bài hát Garbage Grove

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

We this trip to garden grove
It like lou-dog inside the van, oh yeah
This ain't no funky reggae party, five dollar at the
It gets so sometimes, who wrote my rhyme?

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

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

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

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

up trash on the freeway
Feelin' depressed day
Leavin' without a sound
my dog up at the pound

Livin' in a pad
Gettin' at by my Dad
Sayin' I'm happy I'm not
roaches in the pot

Ooh, all these I do
They're for you