Luyện nghe bài hát Grassroots

I flip when I kick it, it
So I can shit not in a daily style
But in every while so I can
File check, file the files of my brain
Many of manage to come from the insane
And the butcher, the baker, the fabulous maker
A cracker on a truck breaker, breaker

Listen to everyone, disregard it
The meaningful comes back, back to where it started
In your surrounded by pot like a geranuim
A capital two burns in my mind, give me peace
I at her, I looked at him and neither one did know
Where the wild thoughts grow, it out

I look for an and there's absolutely none
The truth is you shoot for, not one
brings it all together, the journey's never done
I'd sing you Weather' but it's been sung
So let's have fun

311 has roots, come on jump
311 has roots, true
311 has grass roots, for funk
311 has roots

Challenge comes and an' there will be another
I say it on
The roots that grow are as big as the tree
you see, if not it will fall down

We waste so many moments on convention
The only survey is when our heart pays no
Buddy, drop down, ooh

with persistence, cover much distance
Knowing no perdition, my game for instance
311, true to no
And the 311 not down with conviction
But a hundred different people already told what we
So I make not to try an' suss the stupid out

I'd turned into a roughneck, was not my intention
It doesn't even really matter I fail to mention that
Peace to all crews want some peace
First the Mid, then the West, then we slide through the
A piece to any crew that want a
Peace to all crews want peace, check it out

I for absolutes and there's absolutely none
The truth is what you for not one
Nothing brings it all together, the journey's never
I'd be in 'Stormy Weather' but been sung
So, have some fun

311 has roots, come on jump
311 has roots, true
311 has roots, for your funk
311 has roots

Challenge comes and goes and there will be
I say it on
The that grow underground are as big as the tree
you see, if not it will fall down

We waste so moments standing on convention
The survey is when our heart pays no attention

Knowing no conviction, no