Luyện nghe bài hát One by One

I need these highs to raise me
I need these highs to lift me up
I don't want your smiles to me]
I think that I should slowly go
ending trials I am facing
I want their wives to mix me up
I'm all fucked up
My lucky friend says luck will end today
I don't need these to raise me
I don't need these lows to
I want these trials to be raiding me
I don't need their to nose my heart
That's a
get it on
My lucky friend says your will end today
My friend says your luck will end today

Ice on the battlefield
Twenty was the wind chill
Winchester rifle the hot lead
It burnt a in their fucking heads
ring on the battlefield
The is the one who kills
Now they drown in their own
Men laying where they stood
the fire and the gunsmoke
Niggas crawling their back broke
And they're hopeful they don't croak
Bullets spraying and no hope
From (?) I slay my enemy, him of his energy
I for this victory, you die in your iniquity
Ice on the battlefield
Twenty below motherfucker, that's the chill
A men they come and they fall
One by one
the preacher, the mortician
You can't stop coalition
Its like I'm fighting the prohibition
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 this for blood from the
This pain is all but by peace
It is

Hill, Brownville
Never ran, will
the quarter mil
Movie cams on y
jam, never squeal
C'mon wheel
A bag of in the stash
Queen on the
I'm just one of my eight born sons
One of those swordsmen
Slice your neck with a
Its an Ol' Dirty
A student of Allah's
Boosting my
(?) the bomb to crush us
I bathe in the
Gain praise in the
the platoon strike at midnight to the noonlight
Oh a life
With just a butter knife they hijack your crew (?) interrupt your life
Then the price 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