Luyện nghe bài hát The Falling

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

Russian with a naked flame
Dangerously slow but in the lane
A big nose bleed and a bag of
Just got the news the tumor in my brain

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

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

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

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

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

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

I a blunt knife and cut a piece of my heart
That's my sacrifice, my device
It sound mad though, my self-mutilation
Doctor Fosters and his first patient

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

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