Luyện nghe bài hát Garbage Grove

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

We took this trip to garden
It smelt like 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 of my car, oh yeah
If you knew all the love that I found
It's to keep my soul on the ground

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

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

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

Pickin' up 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
roaches in the pot

Ooh, all things I do
waiting for you