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 with a naked flame
Dangerously but in the fast lane
A big nose bleed and a bag of
Just got the about the tumor in my brain

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

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

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

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

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

I took a blunt knife and cut a piece of my
my sacrifice, my wayward device
It sound mad though, my like
Doctor and his very first patient

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

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