Luyện nghe bài hát Falling Down

man,
I'm sicka shit bruv, swear down,
as things start looking up,
it all to shit again,
of my fucking life!

I don't live my life this way,
picture me a desk...

that,
a I ain't into that,
I'm into rap an I see me gettin' an office job with these tats,
So what choice do I man?
Do I on or do I bag grams?
Long for dole,
I wanna get for my flow an my rhymes,
I'm a pro when I'm I know,
If I grind then I'll so why,
am I time on the roads,
now interested,
I probably give it a rest before I get arrested.

(chorus)
Why don't I learn from my
Why oh why, oh why...
All I to change my ways!
Why oh why, oh why...
Do I always end up back (here)
Stuck on the side of town,
With my spinning,
I on falling down!

(chorus background)
**But I got arrested, whoops**
**never been arrested, for so much as an eighth of
i get arrested for kidnap, blackmail**
**false imprisonment, and possession with to supply**
**urghh, of my fuckin' luck really innit**
**just as I'm about to sign a deal with
**I might be a fuckin' bird**

I wanna sell weed no more,
hated the but I kept pedalling,
Nan just found poon my bed again,
I'm a let again,
And she screaming "get shit out the house!" again,
There's no the truth
The bags too big to be for use
no excuses,
She knows the truth is!
I do flip, of green, to get me a few quid,

She's at me so dissapointed,
All I can say is "I do it again"
But she I will...

(chorus)
Why don't I from my mistakes?
Why oh why, oh why...
All I want's to my ways!
Why oh why, oh why...
Do I always end up back (here)
Stuck on the wrong of town,
my head spinning,
I on falling down!

(chorus background)
**Never learn
**There's no B for me!**
**I ain't got shit to fall on!**
**I left at year 8**
**I own, an education**
**Sellin' weed an writing is all I know**
**Fuck

(falling x16)

I got and raided,
I got signed,
and I case,
So now fine,
but now not, (not)
Not did I get dropped the whole label did,
and I my advance so I ain't got shit!
I'm at Warner's and them pricks won't push my album,
but it's cool as soon as I'm I'm gonna do it without them,
8 later I'm still stuck in my deal,
In debt with my lawyer, to get back on this Ferris Wheel,
I'm on this Carousel,
when will ever end?
This is hell for me I'm at the beginning again,
Someone get me offa this circus ride,
the horse that I'm hurtin' my thighs... erm,

(chorus)
Why don't I learn from my
Why oh why, oh why...
All I want's to my ways!
Why oh why, oh why...
Do I always end up h-h-h-h-h-h-h (here)
on the wrong side of town,
With my spinning,
I keep on down!

(chorus background)
**An before some funny guy tries to a joke about me riding a horse**
IS a metaphor!**
**What I mean is I'm sick of hustlin', I'm sick of the
**I am SICK of things to shit**
**JUST when they're up**
**I don't know if shit is ever gonna work for me**
**I swear down blud I'm so fed up
**Urghh, I cannot be dealing it, anymore**