Luyện nghe bài hát One by One

I don't these highs to raise me
I don't these highs to lift me up
I don't want your to wake me]
I don't think that I should go
Never trials I am facing
I don't their wives to mix me up
I'm all fucked up
My lucky friend says your luck will end
I don't need highs to raise me
I don't need lows to numb
I don't these trials to be raiding me
I don't need noses to nose my heart
a start
get it on
My lucky friend says luck will end today
My lucky friend your luck will end today

Ice on the battlefield
Twenty was the wind chill
Winchester rifle with the hot
It burnt a hole in their fucking
Bullets on the battlefield
The survivor is the one who
Now drown in their own blood
Men laying where they once
Through the and the gunsmoke
Niggas crawling with their back
And they're hopeful that they croak
Bullets and there's no hope
From (?) I my enemy, drained him of his energy
I fight for this victory, you die in your
Ice on the battlefield
Twenty motherfucker, that's the wind chill
A thousand men they come and fall
One by one
the preacher, the mortician
You stop this coalition
Its like I'm fighting against the
In the sunlight, bong!, you see that sword

My lucky friend says luck will end today
Now we got taste for blood
Now we got this for blood from the
pain is all but surmounted by peace
It is

Killa Hill,
Never ran, never
the quarter mil
Movie cams on y
jam, never squeal
C'mon every
A bag of cash in the
Queen on the
I'm just one of my mom's born sons
One of nine swordsmen
Slice your with a tongue
Its an Ol' cousin
A of Allah's justice
my mind
(?) the bomb to crush us
I bathe in the
praise in the sunlight
Seen the platoon strike at midnight to the
Oh a life
With just a butter knife they could hijack your (?) interrupt your life
Then raise the of grass, hash, gas, and rice
I send a white (?) to sacrifice the night

One by one
One by one
One by one
One by one
One by one