Luyện nghe bài hát The Garden

(Verse)
Welcome to the garden that you and Jim larden
Where weed trees grow around the that leave the parted
By AKs and black bags you think are of garbage
Guess the game of weapon are 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 could take control.
Im making plans smush, but this aint and roll,
Just a snipp out of the of the life I know
Inside it grind me slow, blow your out of hole
You fly back to return to its home
Im like a war of lyrics but much more in the spirit
Im trying to come out with spell and control
Of single area code across the globe
For every fairy tower tell it and bold
Is like the common cold,
No ones a cure for me, so I just hang around until its time to go
And back when I decide to,
And play personas for viruses, bird flu and swine flu.
Or what happens in line is next that been to
Kill it with a knife, is human zu
Its jay with a shade in alley way
Dont ask me who I am, who the fuck are you, rude?
All my in rhymes move in synchracy
Think of me mother marry but he cant get into me
By all the pussy hoes
You that I mistake to em,
to be inside my teeth.
In the down next, a rain check,
Instead of blazing you I probably the place to bless
Barber spraying to the damn the game starts
sense, wont stop until Im dead,
Thats why I move great extence,
me back to life in fifty thousand years
And I on whoever recognize.
Then came back with a diet coke jacking
See to me is worst through the devils eyes
I never went to it lost a part and me jealous
my hands up, I admit
That I my hands to be, cause I feel like a man cuff
But now I broke free, Im never bankrupt
Rappers think that stiff rather that who is this
Just know I go hard, start, you know this is
New mandoon into a fool and know what is
you hide unlike the moonlight and is the cuntoshionist
I see men collecting metals, I we need to pause a bit
Cause I aint hating for the day I start making some stuff
Probably and old friend
And first veil upon from all the bullshits
Anyways, I never stray 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 life got me chasing and that kept me still
I lost with diabetes, time to my tombstone in fucking wheel
Listen, sometimes hard to get signed, but irrelevant,
I try to make, but I never had a deal
So you breads can climb my money
Cause tv is on the run for money
And in my theyre on the blodd they want it too
Im own team, you me,
through the whole scene, screaming dang it Im a zin
With your whippers snappers on it still
What the fuck is with that man chapper that you
Crackers smacking everywhere, just like the weed and
My backyard is too for tench marsh.
Fuck all the little pricks who keep saying my
Youll be as ill.