Luyện nghe bài hát The Garden

(Verse)
Welcome to the garden that you and Jim larden
Where weed grow around the things that leave the parted
By AKs and black bags you think are full of
the game of weapon are attained like Osamas
Who, by the way, is still alive, and stays to say
And told me to tell you that hes just low
Then disclose the TV paid to the blame
For what happened to the towers, so America could control.
Im making smush, but this 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 to return to its rightful home
Im like a war of lyrics but much more in the spirit
Im trying to come out with and take control
Of single area code across the globe
For every fairy tell it straight and bold
Is like the common cold,
No ones a cure for me, so I just hang around until 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 next that designed to
Kill it slowly a knife, is human zu
Its jay lardan with a in alley way
Dont ask me who I am, who the fuck are you, fucking
All my in rhymes move in synchracy
of me like mother marry but he cant get into me
By virgin all the hoes
You that I mistake to em,
Instinct to be my teeth.
In the down next, a rain check,
of blazing you I probably roll the place to bless
Barber spraying to the damn date the starts
Make sense, wont until Im dead,
Thats why I move into extence,
Bring me to life in fifty thousand years
And I reign on recognize.
Then came back a diet coke jacking eyes
See words to me is worst the devils eyes
I never went to it lost a and made me jealous
Throw my hands up, I
That I want my hands to be, cause I feel like a man
But now I broke free, Im never bankrupt
Rappers think that that rather that who is this
know I go hard, lapoon start, you know this is
New mandoon into a and know what this is
Until you hide the moonlight and is the cuntoshionist
I see men collecting metals, I think we to pause a bit
Cause I aint hating for the day that I start making some
Probably like and old
And first veil upon myself from all the
Anyways, I stray 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 that me still
I lost with diabetes, to meet my tombstone in fucking wheel
Listen, sometimes to get signed, but thats irrelevant,
I try to make, but I had a lucky deal
So you breads can my money kill
Cause tv is on the run for still
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 drapping on it still
the fuck is with that man chapper that you killed
Crackers smacking everywhere, just the weed and pills
My backyard is too rough for marsh.
Fuck all the little who keep saying my name
Youll be as ill.