Luyện nghe bài hát The Garden

(Verse)
Welcome to the that hates you and Jim larden
weed trees grow around the things that leave the parted
By AKs and black you think are full of garbage
Guess the of weapon are attained like Osamas
Who, by the way, is still alive, and stays to say
And told me to you that hes just laying low
Then disclose the TV to take the blame
For what happened to the towers, so America could control.
Im making plans smush, but aint rock and roll,
Just a snipp out of the crazyness of the I know
it grind me slow, blow your mind out of hole
You fly back to return to its rightful
Im a war whole of lyrics but much more in the spirit
Im to come out with spell and take control
Of every single area across the globe
For every fairy tower it straight and bold
Is something like the cold,
No ones find a for me, so I just hang around until its time to go
And come back I decide to,
And play personas for viruses, like flu and swine flu.
Or what happens in line is that been designed 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, fucking
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, take a check,
Instead of blazing you I roll the place to bless
Barber spraying to the damn date the game
Make sense, wont stop Im dead,
Thats why I into great extence,
Bring me back to life in fifty years
And I reign on recognize.
Then came with 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 free, Im never leaving bankrupt
Rappers think that stiff rather that who is this
Just I go hard, lapoon start, you know this is
New into a fool and know what this is
Until you unlike the moonlight 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
like and old friend
And first veil myself from all the bullshits
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, 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 can climb my money 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 the whole scene, screaming dang it Im a zin
With whippers snappers drapping on it still
What the fuck is with that man chapper you killed
Crackers smacking everywhere, like the weed and pills
My is too rough for tench marsh.
Fuck all the pricks who keep saying my name
Youll be as ill.