Luyện nghe bài hát In Love Wit Canada

Yeah, to get back on the road
Pack my
Get on the grind
forget the Irish spring
A place I to be
Canada..
Get up in the morning, kiss my
Grab my passport, head to the
Hit customs, do we gotta do
And I hope this time, that get through
They checked the van, they my pants
They checked my man, they your man?
Hit Toronto, call it T Dot
The home of Fresh
Old hip hop
And the girls (what?) are so
Black, Indian, I stop gazing
a fat J on my way to Thunder Bay
Driving, take about a day
And it's cold outside, got the cold winters
Michigan, right across the street from Windsor
When I to Rockford, all we do is smoke
To eat, all I is Poutine and a large Coke
I, I Canada.. x4
(Winston, Toronto, Alberta, Vancouver)
Touched in Montreal, give my boys a call (hello)
Air Ones, we hit the mall (yeah)
to the head, off in Winnipeg
Downtown Ottawa with the dreads
Nitrogen balloons off in
skies, I think I can see the moon (wow)
Can't wait to get to Medicine Hat
BC, where the best weed at
Edmonton airport, in a hurry
It's off to Calgary, and then Fort
My eyes is blurry, I got no sleep
Call up, he got all the freaks
And is one of a
I don't with nickels, I only bag dimes
Detroit boys, straight the MO
D12 in Canada, now to the show
I, I Canada..
I, I Canada..
I, I Canada..
I, I Canada..