Luyện nghe bài hát Falling Down

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

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

that,
a 9-to-5 I ain't that,
I'm into rap an I see me gettin' an office job with these tats,
So what do I have man?
Do I sign on or do I bag
signing for dole,
I wanna get signed for my an my rhymes,
I'm a pro I'm nice I know,
If I grind I'll blow so why,
am I time on the roads,
now interested,
I probably give it a rest 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 always end up back (here)
on the wrong side of town,
With my spinning,
I keep on 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 with intent to supply**
**urghh, of my fuckin' luck really innit**
as I'm about to sign a deal with Mike**
**I might be doin' a fuckin'

I wanna sell weed no more,
the cycle but I kept pedalling,
Nan just found poon my bed again,
I'm a let again,
And she screaming "get this out the house!" again,
no curving 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,

looking 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 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,
With my spinning,
I keep on down!

(chorus background)
**Never man**
**There's no B for me!**
**I ain't got shit to fall on!**
**I left school at 8**
**I don't own, an
**Sellin' weed an writing lyrics is all I
**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 wasted my advance so I got shit!
I'm at Warner's and them pricks won't push my album,
but it's cool as soon as I'm I'm gonna do it without them,
8 months later I'm stuck in my deal,
In with my lawyer, time to get back on this Ferris Wheel,
I'm on this Carousel,
when will this end?
This is hell for me I'm back at the again,
Someone please get me this circus ride,
the that I'm riding's hurtin' my thighs... erm,

(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 always end up h-h-h-h-h-h-h (here)
Stuck on the side of town,
my head spinning,
I keep on down!

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