Luyện nghe bài hát Grassroots

I flip when I it, trippin' it
So I can check shit not in a daily
But in every while so I can
File check, 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, disregard it
The meaningful shit back, back to where it started
In your cranium surrounded by pot a geranuim
A capital two in my mind, give me some peace
I looked at her, I looked at him and neither one did
Where the wild thoughts grow, it out

I look for an absolute and there's absolutely
The truth is what you for, not one
Nothing brings it all together, the journey's done
I'd sing you '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 an' will be another
I say it on
The that grow underground are as big as the tree
That you see, if not it will fall

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

with persistence, cover 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 already told what we about
So I not attempt to try an' suss the stupid out

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

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

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

Challenge and goes and there 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 waste so many standing on convention
The survey is when our heart pays no attention

Knowing no conviction, no