Luyện nghe bài hát The Garden

(Verse)
Welcome to the garden that hates you and Jim
Where weed trees grow around the things that the parted
By AKs and black bags you think are of garbage
Guess the game of weapon are attained Osamas
Who, by the way, is still alive, and stays to say
And told me to tell you that hes laying low
Then disclose the TV paid to the blame
For what happened to the towers, so could take control.
Im making plans smush, but this aint and roll,
Just a out of the crazyness of the life I know
it grind me slow, blow your mind out of hole
You fly back to return to its rightful
Im like a war whole of lyrics but much in the spirit
Im trying to out with spell and take control
Of every single area code the globe
For every tower tell it straight and bold
Is something the common cold,
No ones find a cure for me, so I just around until its time to go
And come back I decide to,
And play for viruses, like bird flu and swine flu.
Or what happens in line is next been designed to
it slowly with a knife, is human zu
Its jay with a shade in alley way
Dont ask me who I am, who the are you, fucking rude?
All my in rhymes move in synchracy
Think of me like mother marry but he get into me
By all the pussy hoes
You think I mistake to em,
Instinct to be my teeth.
In the down next, a rain check,
Instead of blazing you I probably roll the place to
Barber spraying to the damn the game starts
Make sense, wont until Im dead,
Thats why I into great extence,
me back to life in fifty thousand years
And I reign on recognize.
Then back with a diet coke jacking eyes
See words to me is worst through the eyes
I never went to it lost a part and made me
Throw my up, I admit
That I want my hands to be, cause I feel a man cuff
But now I broke free, Im never bankrupt
think that that stiff rather that who is this
Just know I go hard, lapoon start, you this is
New mandoon into a fool and what this is
Until you 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 that I start making some
Probably and old friend
And first upon myself from all the bullshits
Anyways, I never stray from real,
All I can do, I guess, is demonstrate the way I
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 never had a lucky
So you can climb my money kill
tv is on the run for money still
And in my theyre on the blodd they want it too
Im own team, you me,
Running the whole scene, screaming dang it Im a zin
your whippers snappers drapping on it still
What the fuck is with that man that you killed
Crackers smacking everywhere, just the weed and pills
My backyard is too for tench marsh.
Fuck all the little pricks who keep saying my
never be as ill.