Luyện nghe bài hát Fall

I had my back against the
And on my I had a lot and lost it all
Friends I use to no longer speaking anyone more
(They don't me away more)
They prayer, don't we all
But unanswered prayers make you feel that God is not calls
And I just to ball
Wishing falls thru

Shots running got the ducking undercover
The one preparing supper for the youngest of them
Oatmeal, hotdogs, weenies and bread
Father turned himself in sort felt he should have fled
Mother fumbling with a hand of tricks
God for a hand with the rent
Being fondle in the club with she
Tears got running down her lips
up enough take the kids to the Hills
But customers want to see her do a
How bad can it
Subjected to measure just to get ahead
If all else prevail, get the bread

I had my back the wall
And on my I had a lot and lost it all
Friends I use to know no longer anyone more
(They don't know me more)
saying prayer, don't we all
But unanswered prayers make you feel that God is not calls
And I just to ball
Wishing falls thru

Wishing something thru
Bills due, kids playing, praying and she crying in her room
Need some help it soon
Oldest boy school
As she sniffs bag it will help her escape her doom
God he been on same route that he been smoking
That him knocking at the
Don't let him in he focus
Street
critical
Her son got a too
On the kitchen table evidence of residue
Crackman, those selling turning them into young felons
Momma Crying up to God
Help me dear
Wishing she can do it over asking for another
See her babies colder
is getting out of hand

I had my back the wall
And on my I had a lot and lost it all
Friends I use to know no longer speaking anyone
(They know me away more)
They saying prayer, we all
But unanswered prayers make you feel that God is not accepting
And I just want to
something falls thru

Life what you make want it, you it, take it
Can't be a gangster then you statements
Rather take care of my kids be famous
Momma love with
A lot of
Either feed the kids or you feed habit
Damn shame she go and feed her habit
Wouldn't spoke tell she
Let me
Don't go for weeks don't let me preach
Man realness of the ghetto
My people get gas as as the hit the petal
ain't never lie
A is really levels
I see why L.A take pebbles

I had my back the wall
And on my knuckles I had a lot and it all
Friends I use to no longer speaking anyone more
(They know me away more)
They saying prayer, we all
But unanswered prayers you feel that God is not accepting calls
And I just want to
Wishing something thru