Luyện nghe bài hát Grassroots

I flip I kick it, trippin' it
So I can check shit not in a style
But once in while so I can
check, file check 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 goin' breaker, breaker

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

I for an absolute and there's absolutely none
The is what you shoot for, not one
Nothing brings it all together, the journey's never
I'd sing you 'Stormy but it's been sung
So let's have fun

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

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

We so many moments standing on convention
The survey is when our heart pays no attention
Buddy, I'll down, ooh

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

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

I look for absolutes and absolutely none
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, come on
311 has roots, true
311 has roots, for your funk
311 has roots

Challenge and goes and there will be another
I say it on
The roots that 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