Luyện nghe bài hát The Falling

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

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

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

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

Mass murderin', brains on the
You're dead 'cause I said you live no more
You done and made me lose my
my tool? Who's the bigger fool?

Road rage, pavement rage, all of rage
You'll be if you get to see some old age
Every day's a good 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 here be that rich

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

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

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

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