Luyện nghe bài hát Garbage Grove

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

We took this to garden grove
It like lou-dog inside the van, oh yeah
This 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 my soul on the ground

Your a fool, fuck around with my God
All that I can see I steal, my folks understand
And in my mind, music from all the love 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 inside the van
my bed sheet covered with sand
Sitting a shitty band

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

up trash on the freeway
Feelin' depressed day
Leavin' without making a
Pickin' my dog up at the

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

Ooh, all things I do
They're for you