Luyện nghe bài hát The Garden

(Verse)
Welcome to the that hates you and Jim larden
Where weed trees grow around the things that the parted
By AKs and bags you think are full of garbage
Guess the game of are attained like Osamas
Who, by the way, is still alive, and stays to say
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 America take control.
Im making smush, but this aint rock and roll,
a snipp out of the crazyness of the life I know
Inside it grind me slow, blow your out of hole
You fly to return to its rightful home
Im like a war whole of lyrics but much in the spirit
Im trying to come out with and take control
Of every single area code across the
For every fairy tower tell it straight and
Is something like the cold,
No ones find a cure for me, so I 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 slowly with a knife, is zu
Its jay lardan with a in alley way
ask me who I am, who the fuck are you, fucking rude?
All my bars in rhymes in synchracy
Think of me like mother but he cant get into me
By virgin all the pussy
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 date the starts
Make sense, wont stop Im dead,
why I move into great extence,
Bring me back to life in fifty thousand
And I reign on recognize.
Then back with a diet coke jacking eyes
See words to me is worst the devils eyes
I never to it lost a part and made me jealous
Throw my hands up, I
That I want my hands to be, I feel like a man cuff
But now I broke free, Im never leaving
Rappers think that that stiff rather that who is
Just know I go hard, lapoon start, you this is
New into a fool and know what this is
Until you unlike the moonlight and is the cuntoshionist
I see men metals, I think we need to pause a bit
Cause I aint hating for the day I start making some stuff
Probably and old friend
And veil upon myself from all the bullshits
Anyways, I never 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 life got me chasing and 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 money
Cause tv is on the run for money
And in my hands theyre on the blodd they it too
Im own team, you me,
Running through the whole scene, screaming it Im a zin
With your snappers drapping on it still
What the fuck is with that man chapper that you
Crackers smacking everywhere, like the weed and pills
My backyard is too rough for marsh.
all the little pricks who keep saying my name
Youll be as ill.