Luyện nghe bài hát Garbage Grove

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

We took trip to garden grove
It smelt like inside the van, oh yeah
This ain't no funky reggae party, 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 that I found
It's to keep my soul on the ground

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

you, it's that shit stuck under my shoe
It's that inside 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 trash on the
Feelin' depressed day
without making a sound
Pickin' my dog up at the

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

Ooh, all these I do
They're for you