Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Push

Stolen from an land
Chased out a knife
With a face Bob Marley
And a like a motor-bike

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

If I was Bob
I could you be loved?
And if I was Pint
I'd Lord up above

If I was Mike Tyson I'd for a fight
If I was a Boomtown Rat I would be up all night
If I was the King I would get stupid dumb
And if rhymes were Valiums I'd be comfortably

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

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

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

Now a is clear as you please
Get strapped with protection or struck with disease Laughter, it's
Anytime call me 439-0116
When your down Sublime, you get
fresh

Stolen from an Africa
I'll that 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 slip you knuckle
Racism is scism on a tip
You don't believe me then I go on your lip

Higher the mountain, it hard to
Rougher the man, it must be Sublime
Listen yellow lover yet it right on
We got cricket with the and the bass line

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