Luyện nghe bài hát Garbage Grove

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

We took this trip to grove
It smelt like lou-dog inside the van, oh
This ain't no funky reggae party, five 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 all the love that I found
It's hard to my soul on the ground

Your a fool, don't fuck around my God
All I can see I steal, my folks 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, it's that stuck under my shoe
It's smell inside the van
It's my bed sheet covered with
Sitting through a band

Getting dog on my hands
Gettin' by the man
Wakin' up to an
Stickin' needles in arm

up trash on the freeway
Feelin' depressed day
Leavin' making a sound
my dog up at the pound

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

Ooh, all these I do
They're for you