Luyện nghe bài hát Fall

You know, been tellin' me what they think about me for the last few months
too loud
Maybe it's time I tell 'em I think about them
Can't hear it coming down the stairs from the parking lot
too loud
Freeze my all up in it
Slow
Don't fall on my
fall on my faith, oh
Don't on my fate
Don't on my faith, oh
Don't fall on my
Don't on my-

Gotta concentrate against the clock I
Got no time to waste, I'm already late, I got a pace
Went from addict to a workaholic, word to Dr. Dre in that first marijuana
Guess I got a chronic
And I ain't blowin' smoke, 'less it's in your mama's face
I know this Paul and Dre, they won't tell me what not to say
And though me and my party days have all pretty much parted
You'd to God I've forgot I'm the guy that made "Not Afraid"
One last for Charlemagne
If my response is late, it's just how it takes
To hit my radar, I'm so far away

These rappers are Hunger Games
One minute, mocking Jay
Next minute, they get they style Migos, then they copy Drake
I just don't know when to turn around and walk away
But all the I call it "Walk on Water" gate
had as much as I can tolerate
I'm sick and tired of waitin', I done my patience
I can take all of you motherfuckers on at
You want it, You got it!

Don't on my fate

Don't on my faith, oh
Don't fall on my
him up!
Don't on my faith, oh
Rrr
Don't fall on my

Somebody tell Budden before I snap, he better it
Or have his body zipped
The closest thing he's had to hits is smacking
And make me have to give it back to Akademiks
Say this shit is trash again, I'll you twisted like you had it when you thought you had me slippin' at the telly
Even I'm gettin' brain, you'll never catch me with a thot

Lacking it, "he ain't spit like this in his last shit"
Hoe, you better go and listen
You know me better, thinkin' slow up, let up
Call it traps it's a total setup
Hopin' that you fall in that
Dre said, "Hold head up"
Kathy Griffin stackin' ammunition, slap the clip and cock it back on competition, is how I shot a head (pew)

Gabby Giffords, my attack is viscous, jack the ripper, back in
Tyler create nothing, I see why you called yourself a faggot,
It's not just you lack attention
'cause you worship D12's balls, you're sac-rilegious
If gonna critique me, you better at least be as good or better

Get Earl, the Sweater, whatever his name is to help you put together some words, more than two letters
The fans waited for moment
Like the feature when I this show
Sorry if I took

Don't fall on my

Don't on my faith, oh
I
Don't on my fate
him up!
Don't on my faith, oh
Ha
fall on my fate
It's too

remember-I was here before you
And I'll be here you make your run-in for you
Detract this, I have to fuck Pitchfork with a corkscrew
Just the doctor ordered
Revenge is the best
Increase the dose, the monster
Then tell the Grammys to go and fuck themselves, they suck the blood all the biggest artists like some leeches
So they nominate 'em, get 'em there, get a to 'em
See the show, every parasite a host

Then give Album of the Year to somebody that no one's ever heard of
All I know is I wrote every word of everything I ever murdered
Time to the sheep from goats
And I got no in your writers, I don't believe in ghosts
When rap needed it most, I was that in the prayer
A beacon of hope, the in the air
Somewhere, some kid is bumping this while he in the mirror
That's who I'm doin' it for, the rest I don't really even

But you would think I'm carryin' a Oxford dictionary in my pocket how I'm buryin' artists
On the scale it turns to
is various as hardly and what's scary is you prolly can compare me to your car 'cause I'm barely gettin' started
And as far as Lord Jamar, you better leave me the hell
Or I'll you an Elvis clone
Walk up in house you own
Brush my bone

You should a phone and go fetch me the remote
Put my feet up and make myself at home
I here, clown!
tell me 'bout the culture
I the Hopsins, the Logics, the Coles, the Seans, the K-Dots, the 5'9"s, and oh
Brought the 50 Cent, you did squat, pissed and moaned, but I'm not gonna fall... bitch!

It's too
Can't hear it coming down the hallway from the parking lot
It's too
my crown all up in it
Slow