Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Push

Stolen from an Africa
Chased out with a
With a face like Bob
And a mouth a motor-bike

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

If I was Bob
I said could you be
And if I was Pint
I'd ball up above

If I was Mike Tyson I'd look for a
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 Valiums I'd be comfortably numb

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

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

I want a lover but I find the time
I want a reason but can't find a
And I want to start static but I can't afford
To get slammed to the
Like I fell off my

Now a days is clear as you
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 land
I'll chase other bar
I saw my best tonight
So, don't me too far

I'm run
Come down the new lyrics, get hit, get hip
Don't you knuckle heads
is scism on a serious tip
You don't believe me then I go on bust lip

Higher the mountain, it to climb
Rougher the rhythm man, it must be
yellow lover yet it right on time
We got cricket with the quickness and the bass

People wanna come up and wan' tell me
Smokin' crack better than Sensi
Your're puffin' shit yo we're sick of it
Tweakin' every weekend and we just can't it
Whoa-oh, we no wan'