Luyện nghe bài hát Falling Down

man,
I'm sicka shit bruv, swear down,
just as things start up,
it all to shit again,
story of my life!

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

that,
a 9-to-5 I ain't that,
I'm rap an I don't see me gettin' an office job with these 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 then 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 learn 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 side of town,
my head spinning,
I on falling down!

(chorus background)
**But then I got arrested,
**never been arrested, for so as an eighth of weed**
i get arrested for kidnap, blackmail**
**false imprisonment, and with intent to supply**
**urghh, typical of my luck really innit**
**just as I'm about to a deal with Mike**
**I might be a fuckin' bird**

I wanna sell weed no more,
hated the cycle but I pedalling,
Nan found poon under my bed again,
I'm a let again,
And she "get this shit out the house!" again,
no curving the truth
The bags too big to be for use
no excuses,
She knows 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 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)
Stuck on the wrong of town,
With my spinning,
I on falling down!

(chorus background)
learn man**
**There's no B for me!**
**I got shit to fall back on!**
**I left at year 8**
**I don't own, an
**Sellin' weed an writing 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 I get dropped the whole label did,
and I my advance so I ain't got shit!
I'm stuck at Warner's and them pricks won't my album,
but it's as soon as I'm free I'm gonna do it without them,
8 months later I'm stuck in my deal,
In debt with my lawyer, time to get back on Ferris Wheel,
I'm stuck on Carousel,
when will this ever
This is hell for me I'm at the beginning again,
Someone please get me offa this ride,
the horse that I'm hurtin' my thighs... erm,

(chorus)
Why don't I 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 side of town,
my head spinning,
I on falling down!

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