Luyện nghe bài hát The Falling

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

Russian Roulette with a flame
Dangerously slow but in the lane
A big bleed and a bag of cocaine
Just got the about the tumor in my brain

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

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

Mass murderin', on the floor
You're dead 'cause I said you live no more
You and made me lose 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
other 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 can't be that rich

You know the sayin', 'Life's A
I got my finger on the trigger with a twitch
Keep your shut, help me dig this ditch
Don't you be a bitch

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

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

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