Luyện nghe bài hát Falling Down

man,
I'm this shit bruv, swear down,
as things start looking up,
it all to shit again,
of my fucking life!

I don't wanna live my life way,
picture me a desk...

that,
a 9-to-5 I into that,
I'm into rap an I don't see me gettin' an office job with tats,
So choice do I have man?
Do I on or do I bag grams?
signing for dole,
I get signed for my flow an my rhymes,
I'm a pro when I'm I know,
If I grind I'll blow so why,
am I wasting on the roads,
now interested,
I should probably give it a before I get arrested.

(chorus)
Why don't I from my mistakes?
Why oh why, oh why...
All I to change my ways!
Why oh why, oh why...
Do I end up back h-h-h-h-h-h-h (here)
on the wrong side of town,
With my spinning,
I on falling down!

(chorus background)
**But then I got arrested,
been arrested, for so much as an eighth of weed**
**and i get for kidnap, blackmail**
**false imprisonment, and possession intent to supply**
**urghh, typical of my fuckin' luck innit**
**just as I'm about to a deal with Mike**
**I might be a fuckin' bird**

I don't wanna sell no more,
the cycle but I kept pedalling,
Nan just found poon my bed again,
I'm a let again,
And she "get this shit out the house!" again,
There's no the truth
The too big to be for personal use
no excuses,
She what the truth is!
I do flip, of green, to get me a few quid,

She's at me so dissapointed,
All I can say is "I do it again"
But she I will...

(chorus)
Why I learn from my mistakes?
Why oh why, oh why...
All I want's to my ways!
Why oh why, oh why...
Do I always end up back (here)
Stuck on the wrong of town,
With my spinning,
I on falling down!

(chorus background)
**Never man**
no plan B for me!**
**I ain't got to fall back on!**
**I school at year 8**
**I don't own, an
weed an writing lyrics is all I know**
**Fuck

(falling x16)

I got and raided,
I got signed,
and I case,
So now fine,
but now not, (not)
Not did only I get the whole label did,
and I my advance so I ain't got shit!
I'm stuck at and them pricks won't push my album,
but cool as soon as I'm free I'm gonna do it without them,
8 months later I'm still in my deal,
In debt with my lawyer, to get back on this Ferris Wheel,
I'm stuck on Carousel,
when will ever end?
is hell for me I'm back at the beginning again,
Someone please get me offa circus ride,
the horse that I'm hurtin' my thighs... erm,

(chorus)
Why don't I learn my mistakes?
Why oh why, oh why...
All I to change my ways!
Why oh why, oh why...
Do I always end up h-h-h-h-h-h-h (here)
Stuck on the wrong of town,
my head spinning,
I on falling down!

(chorus background)
**An before some funny guy tries to a joke about me riding a horse**
IS a metaphor!**
**What I is I'm sick of hustlin', I'm sick of the grime**
**I am SICK of things to shit**
when they're lookin' up**
**I don't know if this shit is ever work for me**
**I swear down blud I'm so fed up
**Urghh, I be dealing with it, anymore**