Luyện nghe bài hát One by One

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

Ice cold on the
below was the wind chill
Winchester with the hot lead
It burnt a hole in their fucking
ring on the battlefield
The survivor is the one who
Now they in their own blood
Men where they once stood
the fire and the gunsmoke
Niggas crawling with back broke
And hopeful that they don't croak
spraying and there's no hope
From (?) I slay my enemy, drained him of his
I for this victory, you die in your iniquity
Ice on the battlefield
Twenty motherfucker, that's the wind chill
A thousand men they come and fall
One by one
Call the preacher, the
You can't this coalition
Its like I'm fighting against the
In the sunlight, bong!, you see that sword

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

Hill, Brownville
Never ran, will
the quarter mil
Movie on y grill
Never jam, squeal
C'mon wheel
A bag of in the stash
on the bills
I'm just one of my eight born sons
One of those swordsmen
Slice your neck with a
Its an Ol' cousin
A student of Allah's
Boosting my
(?) the atom bomb to us
I in the moonlight
praise in the sunlight
Seen the platoon strike at to the noonlight
Oh what a
With a butter knife they could hijack your crew (?) interrupt your life
raise the price of grass, hash, gas, and rice
I send a white square (?) to the night

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