Luyện nghe bài hát Rain Drops

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

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

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

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

My mind's controlled before I mind control
What you call living life, I call 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 when the pain stops
'Til then all I'm hearing is and rain drops

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

I they keep on falling
And keep on falling, falling
'Cause is my pain

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

it makes me sad, angry, mad
How you were sent to heaven's path
Duct taped and gagged, plus raped and
Body draped in blood, what a fate to

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

I see your when I look at her
Her reminder of how I've been in the cold since 14 old
I swear to God, I'll probably be in when the pain stops
'Til then all I'm is wind and raindrops
Rest in peace,

Tear in the pillow on my bed
Still to keep my head up
Know you'd see me dead
And the keep on falling
Yeah, they on falling
Yeah, they 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 weed niggas didn't see a plant

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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