Luyện nghe bài hát Fall

You know, everybody's been tellin' me what they think about me for the last few
too loud
Maybe it's time I 'em what I think about them
Can't it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot
It's too
Freeze my all up in it
fire
Don't fall on my
Don't on my faith, oh
Don't fall on my
Don't on my faith, oh
Don't fall on my
fall on my-

Gotta against the clock I race
Got no time to waste, I'm late, I got a marathoner's pace
Went from to a workaholic, word to Dr. Dre in that first marijuana tape
I got a chronic case
And I ain't just blowin' smoke, it's in your mama's face
I know this time Paul and Dre, they won't me what not to say
And though me and my party days have all much parted ways
You'd swear to God I've I'm the guy that made "Not Afraid"
One time for Charlemagne
If my is late, it's just how long it takes
To hit my fuckin' radar, I'm so far

These rappers are like Hunger
One minute, mocking Jay
minute, they get they style from Migos, then they copy Drake
Maybe I just don't know when to turn around and walk
But all the I call it "Walk on Water" gate
I've had as much as I can
I'm sick and of waitin', I done lost my patience
I can take all of you motherfuckers on at
You want it, You got it!

Don't fall on my

Don't on my faith, oh
Don't on my fate
him up!
Don't on my faith, oh
Rrr
Don't on my fate

Somebody tell Budden before I snap, he fasten it
Or have his body baggage
The closest thing he's had to hits is bitches
And make me have to give it back to Akademiks
Say this shit is again, I'll have you twisted like you had it when you thought you had me slippin' at the telly
Even I'm gettin' brain, you'll never catch me with a thot

Lacking with it, "he ain't like this in his last shit"
Hoe, you go back and listen
You know me better, thinkin' slow up, let up
Call it traps 'cause a total setup
Hopin' you rappers fall in that
Dre said, "Hold your up"
Kathy Griffin stackin' ammunition, slap the clip and it back on competition, this is how I shot a head (pew)

Gabby Giffords, my is viscous, jack the ripper, back in business
Tyler create nothing, I see why you called a faggot, bitch
It's not 'cause you lack attention
It's you worship D12's balls, you're sac-rilegious
If you're gonna critique me, you better at be as good or better

Get Earl, the Sweater, whatever his name is to help you put together some words, more than two letters
The fans waited for moment
Like the feature I stole this show
Sorry if I forever

Don't fall on my

Don't on my faith, oh
I
Don't fall on my
him up!
Don't on my faith, oh
Ha
Don't fall on my
It's too

remember-I was here before you
And I'll be here after you your run-in for you
Detract this, I have to fuck Pitchfork with a corkscrew
Just what the doctor
Revenge is the best
Increase the dose, the monster
Then tell the Grammys to go and fuck themselves, they suck the blood from all the biggest artists some leeches
So nominate 'em, get 'em there, get a name to 'em
See the show, every parasite a host

Then give Album of the Year to that no one's ever even heard of
All I know is I wrote every single of everything I ever murdered
Time to separate the sheep from
And I got no faith in your writers, I believe in ghosts
When rap needed it most, I was wing in the prayer
A of hope, the B-I-R-D in the air
Somewhere, some kid is this while he lip-syncs in the mirror
That's who I'm doin' it for, the rest I really even care

But you would I'm carryin' a Oxford dictionary in my pocket how I'm buryin' these artists
On the scale it to minus
Mines is various as hardly and what's scary is you prolly can me to your car 'cause I'm barely gettin' started
And as far as Lord Jamar, you better me the hell alone
Or show you an Elvis clone
Walk up in house you own
Brush my bone

You should tell a and go fetch me the remote
Put my feet up and just make myself at
I here, clown!
Don't tell me the culture
I the Hopsins, the Logics, the Coles, the Seans, the K-Dots, the 5'9"s, and oh
Brought the world 50 Cent, you did squat, and moaned, but I'm not gonna fall... bitch!

too loud
Can't hear it coming down the stairs from the parking lot
It's too
my crown all up in it
Slow