Luyện nghe bài hát Fall

I had my back the wall
And on my knuckles I had a lot and it all
Friends I use to know no longer speaking anyone
(They know me away more)
saying prayer, don't we all
But unanswered prayers make you feel that God is not accepting
And I just to ball
something falls thru

Shots running got the children ducking
The older one preparing supper for the of them
Oatmeal, hotdogs, and sugar bread
Father himself in sort felt like he should have fled
Mother fumbling with a full of tricks
Asking God for a hand with the
Being fondle in the club she strips
Tears got mascara down her lips
Save up take the kids to the Hills
But customers want to see her do a
How bad can it
to disparate measure just to get ahead
If all fails prevail, get the bread

I had my back against the
And on my I had a lot and lost it all
I use to know no longer speaking anyone more
(They don't me away more)
They prayer, don't we all
But unanswered prayers make you feel that God is not calls
And I want to ball
Wishing something thru

Wishing falls thru
Bills due, kids playing, momma praying and she crying in her
Need some send it soon
Oldest boy cutting
As she another bag it will help her escape her doom
Father God he been on same route he been smoking
That him knocking at the
Don't let him in he focus
calling
Getting
Her son got a too
On the kitchen table finding of residue
Crackman, those kids selling turning into young felons
Momma Crying up to God
me dear heaven
Wishing she can do it over asking for another
See her growing colder
is getting out of hand

I had my back against the
And on my knuckles I had a lot and it all
Friends I use to know no longer speaking more
(They don't me away more)
They saying prayer, we all
But unanswered prayers make you feel that God is not accepting
And I want to ball
Wishing falls thru

Life what you make want it, you it, take it
Can't be a then you sign statements
Rather take care of my kids be famous
Momma love with
A lot of
Either feed the or you feed your habit
Damn shame she always go and her habit
Wouldn't spoke tell she
Let me
Don't go home for don't let me preach
Man there's of the ghetto
My people get gas as as the hit the petal
ain't never lie
A is really levels
I see why L.A niggas pebbles

I had my back the wall
And on my I had a lot and lost it all
Friends I use to know no speaking anyone more
(They don't know me more)
saying prayer, don't we all
But unanswered prayers make you feel that God is not calls
And I want to ball
something falls thru