Luyện nghe bài hát Grassroots

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

to everyone, then disregard it
The meaningful shit comes back, back to where it
In your cranium by pot like a geranuim
A capital two burns in my mind, give me some
I looked at her, I looked at him and one did know
Where the wild grow, check it out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We waste so many standing on convention
The only survey is our heart pays no attention

no conviction, no convention