Luyện nghe bài hát The Falling

Guns, bitches, hoes,
and disease, and a baseball bat
S T D's that have no
Down at the with a face full'a shame

Roulette with a naked flame
Dangerously but in the fast lane
A big nose and a bag of cocaine
Just got the news about the tumor in my

Just don't so we sniff it all the same
Caught my best friend with my girlfriend, Jane
Now I'm thinkin' of a way to get them
for hire, they shall get paid

Two-G, Three-G, whatever it
None of fools shoulda got me crossed
I'm just about ready for some thing
grenade on the plane looks another dunblane

Mass murderin', brains on the
You're dead 'cause I said you shouldn't no more
You done and me lose my cool
Where's my tool? Who's the bigger

Road rage, pavement rage, all of rage
be lucky if you get to see some old age
Every other day's a day to die
Best be careful, if you's love your

You know nothin', you don't see nothin'
You don't be nothin', you do nothin'
But we all got to be and somebody
But here can't be that rich

You the sayin', 'Life's A Bitch'
I got my finger on the with a nervous twitch
Keep mouth shut, help me dig this ditch
you be a stupid bitch

I a blunt knife and cut a piece of my heart
my sacrifice, my wayward device
It mad though, my self-mutilation like
Doctor Fosters and his very patient

The God's ain't happy 'cause man is praisin'
Plannin' to get to Heaven with earthly wealth
money, grudge money, nobody budge money
Mass futility, on the guillotine

Meantime I unravel, callin' Jimmy
Come fix my I'm bitterly the bitterness