Luyện nghe bài hát Grassroots

I flip when I it, trippin' it
So I can check shit not in a style
But once in while so I can
File check, file check the files of my
Many of manage to come from the insane
And the butcher, the baker, the drama maker
A cracker on a truck goin' breaker,

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

I look for an and there's absolutely none
The truth is what you for, not one
Nothing brings it all together, the journey's done
I'd sing you Weather' but it's been sung
So have some fun

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

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

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

Move with persistence, cover much
no perdition, that's my game for instance
311, to no tradition
And the 311 not down with conviction
But a hundred different already told what we about
So I make not attempt to try an' the stupid out

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

I look for absolutes and there's absolutely
The truth is you shoot for not one
Nothing it all together, the journey's never done
I'd be in 'Stormy Weather' but been sung
So, have some fun

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

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

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

Knowing no conviction, no