Luyện nghe bài hát Rain Drops

Tear in the pillow on my bed
Still trying to my head up
you'd rather see me dead
And the raindrops on falling

I said keep on falling
And they on falling
I said they keep on
Slaughterhouse, yo

I'm the product of when a nigga mama up
Crying, laying in the trash the lid shut
got no family, my mind is tender
My daddy's invisible, my is Brenda, uh

If I I'm grow into what
Society trash, the rope is to us
That mean I'm myself by living
The noose is getting murdered, or going to prison

My mind's controlled before I learned control
What you call life, I call dying slow
I'm predisposed
The reaper the only thing that can ease my soul, cold

Feeling I was given life
And if I take it, at least I
I'll probably be in heaven the pain stops
'Til then all I'm is wind and rain drops

Tear drops in the on my bed
Still trying to my head up
Know you'd see me dead
And the keep on falling

I they keep on falling
And they keep on falling,
this is my pain

Dear Auntie, I still feel timeless sorrow
Before you died, it's like your body was to borrow
Like I jumped in physical shell while you was
Going through miserable hell goodbye to tomorrow

it makes me sad, angry, mad
How you were sent to sacred path
Duct taped and gagged, raped and stabbed
draped in blood, what a fate to have

Such a pitiful end, I'm popping Ritalin like they
'Cause when I sleep, I can feel it and again and again
And difficult, killing is the wickedest Biblical sin
I'm talking about Mama's identical

I see your face I look at her
Her reminder of how I've in the cold since 14 years old
I swear to God, I'll be in heaven when the pain stops
'Til all I'm hearing is wind and raindrops
in peace, Chacha

Tear drops in the on my bed
trying to keep my head up
Know you'd rather see me
And the raindrops keep on
Yeah, they on falling
Yeah, keep on falling, falling, falling, yeah

Nah, I ain't move on the Peter Pan
No father to teach me how to be a man
We was too high, didn't know we would land
Scraping coke on the til' niggas didn't see a plant

Alcoholic's child off of sugar water
Headed to you and just thought about how good he was up
Coulda, woulda, outta one track
say man of many hats buys a hooker for a quarter

And now I'm writing a book and the hood's the
the 'Obvious Poker Face, The Look of Torture'
Teach you how to climb your way out that then
Me all I need is this pen and thick

so bright could mean you lit then
'Cause you start to figure out a figment
I'll probably be in heaven when the stops
'Til then all I hear is wind and rain

Tear in the pillow on my bed
Still trying to my head up
you'd rather see me dead
And the raindrops on falling, falling, falling, falling

Check it out, I'm still waiting on my dad to get
He went to the store in '84 and I seen him after that
Another single mom public the rent wasn't consistent
So they had us and forth in court in the months of the blizzard

My sneakers leaned, the was missing
No one on ones, they always me
No and sisters to hold me down
Along with headphones plugged a cheap Walkman that ate tapes

Gun shots and me sleep walking, I hate
A whole lot of crying, chalking that fake tape
Ambulance never on time, they like a day
My cousin had to vacate, my best friend since age

Sometimes I can't hold I kid you not
Eyes get holding on that tissue box, somebody get a mop
I'll probably be in heaven when the stops
'Til then all I'm hearing is wind and

Tear in the pillow on my bed
Still trying to keep my up
Know rather see me dead
And the keep on falling

Yeah, they keep on falling, they on falling
Falling, yeah, they keep on
And keep on, and the raindrops keep on falling
Yeah, yeah, yeah,