Luyện nghe bài hát The Garden

(Verse)
Welcome to the garden hates you and Jim larden
Where weed trees grow around the that leave the parted
By AKs and black bags you think are full of
Guess the game of are attained like Osamas
Who, by the way, is still alive, and to say hello
And me to tell you that hes just laying low
Then the TV paid to take the blame
For what happened to the towers, so America take control.
Im making plans smush, but aint rock and roll,
Just a snipp out of the of the life I know
Inside it me slow, blow your mind out of hole
You fly back to return to its home
Im like a war whole of but much more in the spirit
Im trying to out with spell and take control
Of every area code across the globe
For fairy tower tell it straight and bold
Is like the common cold,
No ones find a cure for me, so I just hang around its time to go
And come back I decide to,
And play personas for viruses, like bird flu and flu.
Or what happens in line is that been designed to
Kill it slowly with a knife, is zu
Its jay lardan a shade in alley way
Dont ask me who I am, who the are you, fucking rude?
All my bars in rhymes in synchracy
of me like mother marry but he cant get into me
By virgin all the pussy
You think I mistake to em,
Instinct to be my teeth.
In the next, take a rain check,
Instead of blazing you I probably roll the to bless
Barber spraying to the damn date the game
Make sense, stop until Im dead,
Thats why I move great extence,
Bring me back to life in fifty thousand
And I on whoever recognize.
Then came back with a diet coke eyes
See words to me is worst through the devils
I went to it lost a part and made me jealous
my hands up, I admit
That I want my hands to be, cause I like a man cuff
But now I broke free, Im never bankrupt
Rappers think that that stiff rather who is this
Just I go hard, lapoon start, you know this is
New mandoon into a and know what this is
Until you hide unlike the moonlight and is the
I see men collecting metals, I think we to pause a bit
Cause I aint hating for the day that I making some stuff
Probably and old friend
And first veil myself from all the bullshits
Anyways, I never away from real,
All I can do, I guess, is the way I feel
The way I speak, the way I move, the way I breathe, the way I am
So real life got me chasing and kept me still
I lost with diabetes, to meet my tombstone in fucking wheel
Listen, sometimes hard to get signed, but irrelevant,
I try to make, but I never had a lucky
So you breads can climb my kill
Cause tv is on the run for money
And in my hands on the blodd they want it too
Im own team, you me,
Running through the scene, screaming dang it Im a zin
With your whippers snappers on it still
What the fuck is that man chapper that you killed
Crackers smacking everywhere, just like the and pills
My is too rough for tench marsh.
Fuck all the little pricks who keep my name
Youll be as ill.