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 clinic with a face 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

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

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

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

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

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 the sayin', 'Life's A Bitch'
I got my finger on the trigger with a nervous
Keep your mouth shut, 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
Doctor Fosters and his very patient

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

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