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 with a naked flame
Dangerously slow but in the fast
A big nose and a bag of cocaine
Just got the news about the tumor in my

Just care so we sniff it all the same
Caught my best friend sleepin' with my girlfriend,
Now I'm thinkin' of a way to get slain
Assassins for hire, shall get paid

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

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

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

You don't nothin', you don't see nothin'
You be nothin', you don't 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 with a nervous twitch
Keep your shut, help me dig this ditch
you be a stupid bitch

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

The ain't happy 'cause man is praisin' himself
Plannin' to get to Heaven that earthly wealth
Blood money, grudge money, budge money
Mass futility, on the guillotine

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