Luyện nghe bài hát Garbage Grove

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

We this trip to garden grove
It smelt like inside the van, oh yeah
This ain't no funky reggae party, five dollar at the
It gets so real sometimes, who 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 to keep 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 there's a reason why my soul's unsound

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

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

Pickin' up trash on the
Feelin' every day
Leavin' 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
roaches in the pot

Ooh, all these I do
They're for you