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 full of
Guess the game of weapon are attained like
Who, by the way, is alive, and stays to say hello
And told me to tell you that hes laying low
Then disclose the TV to take the blame
For what happened to the towers, so America take control.
Im making plans smush, but aint rock and roll,
Just a out of the crazyness of the life I know
Inside it grind me slow, blow your mind out of
You fly back to to its rightful 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 it straight and bold
Is like the common cold,
No find a cure for me, so I just hang around until its time to go
And come back when I to,
And play personas for viruses, 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 lardan with a in alley way
Dont ask me who I am, who the are you, fucking rude?
All my bars in rhymes in synchracy
Think of me like marry but he cant get into me
By all the pussy hoes
You think that I to em,
to be inside my teeth.
In the next, take a rain check,
Instead of blazing you I probably roll the place to
Barber spraying to the damn the game starts
Make sense, wont stop Im dead,
Thats why I move into extence,
me back to life in fifty thousand years
And I reign on recognize.
Then came back a diet coke jacking eyes
See words to me is worst through the devils
I never went to it lost a and made me jealous
my hands up, I admit
That I want my hands to be, cause I feel a man cuff
But now I free, Im never leaving bankrupt
think that that stiff rather that who is this
Just I go hard, lapoon start, you know this is
New mandoon into a fool and know what is
Until you hide the moonlight and is the cuntoshionist
I see men collecting metals, I think we to pause a bit
I aint hating for the day that I start making some stuff
Probably and old friend
And first veil upon myself 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 life got me chasing and that kept me still
I lost with diabetes, 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
Cause tv is on the run for still
And in my theyre on the blodd they want it too
Im own team, you me,
Running through the whole scene, dang it Im a zin
With whippers snappers drapping on it still
the fuck is with that man chapper that you killed
Crackers smacking everywhere, just the weed and pills
My backyard is too rough for marsh.
Fuck all the little pricks who keep my name
never be as ill.