Luyện nghe bài hát The Garden

(Verse)
Welcome to the that hates you and Jim larden
Where weed trees grow the things that leave the parted
By AKs and black bags you are full of garbage
Guess the game of weapon are like Osamas
Who, by the way, is alive, and stays to say hello
And told me to tell you hes just laying low
Then disclose the TV paid to take the
For what happened to the towers, so could take control.
Im plans smush, but this aint rock and roll,
Just a snipp out of the crazyness of the I know
Inside it grind me slow, blow your out of hole
You fly back to return to its rightful
Im like a war of lyrics but much more in the spirit
Im trying to come out with spell and control
Of every single code across the globe
For every fairy tower tell it 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 when I to,
And play personas for viruses, like flu and swine flu.
Or happens in line is next that been designed to
it slowly with a knife, is human zu
Its jay lardan with a shade in way
Dont ask me who I am, who the fuck are you, rude?
All my bars in move in synchracy
Think of me like mother marry but he cant get me
By all the pussy hoes
You think that I to em,
Instinct to be my teeth.
In the down next, a rain check,
Instead of blazing you I probably the place to bless
Barber to the damn date the game starts
Make sense, wont stop Im dead,
why I move into great extence,
Bring me back to life in fifty thousand
And I on whoever recognize.
Then back with a diet coke jacking eyes
See words to me is through the devils eyes
I went to it lost a part and made me jealous
Throw my up, I admit
That I want my hands to be, cause I like a man cuff
But now I free, Im never leaving bankrupt
Rappers think that that stiff rather who is this
Just know I go hard, lapoon start, you this is
New mandoon into a and know what this is
Until you hide unlike the and is the cuntoshionist
I see men collecting metals, I think we need to a bit
Cause I aint hating for the day that I start making some
Probably and old friend
And first veil upon myself from all the
Anyways, I stray away 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 got me chasing and that kept me still
I with diabetes, time to meet my tombstone in fucking wheel
Listen, hard to get signed, but thats irrelevant,
I try to make, but I had a lucky deal
So you breads can climb my kill
tv is on the run for money still
And in my hands theyre on the they want it too
Im own team, you me,
Running through the whole scene, screaming it Im a zin
With your whippers snappers drapping on it
What the fuck is that man chapper that you killed
Crackers smacking everywhere, just like the weed and
My backyard is too rough for marsh.
Fuck all the pricks who keep saying my name
never be as ill.