Luyện nghe bài hát The Falling

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

Russian Roulette a naked flame
slow but in the fast lane
A big nose and a bag of cocaine
Just got the news about the in my brain

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

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

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

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

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

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

I took a blunt knife and cut a of my heart
my sacrifice, my wayward device
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
Blood money, money, nobody budge money
Mass futility, souls on the

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