Luyện nghe bài hát The Falling

Guns, bitches, hoes,
Death and disease, and a bat
S T D's that no name
at the clinic with a face full'a shame

Russian Roulette a naked flame
slow but in the fast lane
A big bleed and a bag of cocaine
Just got the news about the tumor in my

don't care so we sniff it all the same
Caught my friend sleepin' with my girlfriend, Jane
Now I'm thinkin' of a way to get slain
Assassins for hire, they shall get

Two-G, Three-G, whatever it
of those fools shoulda got me crossed
I'm just about for some treacherous thing
Hand grenade on the plane looks dunblane

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

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

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

You know the sayin', A Bitch'
I got my finger on the trigger with a nervous
your mouth shut, help me dig this ditch
Don't you be a bitch

I took a blunt knife and cut a of my heart
That's my sacrifice, my device
It sound mad though, my like
Fosters and his very first patient

The ain't happy 'cause man is praisin' himself
Plannin' to get to with that earthly wealth
Blood money, grudge money, nobody budge
Mass futility, souls on the

Meantime I unravel, callin' Saville
Come fix my epitomy I'm the bitterness