Luyện nghe bài hát The Falling

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

Roulette with a naked flame
Dangerously slow but in the lane
A big bleed and a bag of cocaine
Just got the news the tumor in my brain

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 slain
Assassins for hire, shall get paid

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

Mass murderin', on the floor
You're dead 'cause I said you shouldn't no more
You done and made me lose my
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 other day's a day to die
be careful, if you's love your life

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

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

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

The God's ain't 'cause man is praisin' himself
to get to Heaven with that earthly wealth
Blood money, grudge money, budge money
futility, souls on the guillotine

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