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 and a bag of cocaine
Just got the news about the tumor in my

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

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

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

Road rage, rage, all kind 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 life

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

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

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

The God's happy 'cause man is praisin' himself
Plannin' to get to Heaven that earthly wealth
money, grudge money, nobody budge money
Mass futility, on the guillotine

Meantime I unravel, Jimmy Saville
Come fix my epitomy I'm bitterly the