Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Push

Stolen an Africa land
out with a knife
With a like Bob Marley
And a mouth a motor-bike

Oh well, the bars are always
And the time is always
And if God's good goes unspoken
The music all night and it goes

If I was Bob
I could you be loved?
And if I was Half
I'd ball Lord up

If I was Mike I'd look for a fight
If I was a Boomtown Rat I would be stayin' up all
If I was the King Ad-Rock I would get stupid
And if rhymes were Valiums I'd be numb

If I had a
You what I'd do?
I'd point that shit at the sky
And shoot on down for you

the bars are always open
And the is always right
And if God's good work goes
The goes all night, and it goes

I want a lover but I can't find the
I want a reason but find a rhyme
And I want to start some static but I can't
To get to the ground
Like I fell off my

Now a is clear as you please
Get strapped with or struck with disease Laughter, it's free
just call me 439-0116
When down with Sublime, you get
Funky

Stolen from an Africa
chase that other bar
I saw my best friend
So, don't me too far

I'm run
Come with the new lyrics, get hit, get hip
Don't slip you knuckle
Racism is on a serious tip
You don't believe me then I go on your lip

Higher the mountain, it to climb
the rhythm man, it must be Sublime
Listen yellow yet it right on time
We got cricket with the and the bass line

People wanna up and they wan' tell me
Smokin' crack cocaine than Sensi
Your're puffin' that shit yo we're of it
every weekend and we just can't take it
Whoa-oh, we no plastic