Luyện nghe bài hát Garbage Grove

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

We took this trip to grove
It smelt like inside the van, oh yeah
This ain't no reggae party, five dollar at the door
It gets so real sometimes, who wrote my

got the microwave, got the VCR
I got the duece, in the trunk of my car, oh yeah
If you only knew all the love that I
hard to keep my soul on the ground

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

It's you, it's that shit under my shoe
that smell inside the van
It's my bed sheet with sand
Sitting through a band

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

Pickin' up trash on the
Feelin' every day
without making a sound
Pickin' my dog up at the

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