Luyện nghe bài hát Falling Down

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

I don't wanna live my life way,
me behind a desk...

that,
a 9-to-5 I ain't that,
I'm rap an I don't see me gettin' an office job with these tats,
So what choice do I have
Do I on or do I bag grams?
signing for dole,
I wanna get for my flow an my rhymes,
I'm a pro I'm nice I know,
If I grind I'll blow so why,
am I wasting on the roads,
now interested,
I should give it a rest before I get arrested.

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

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

I don't sell weed no more,
hated the cycle but I pedalling,
Nan just found under my bed again,
I'm a let again,
And she "get this 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 I learn 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)
on the wrong side of town,
With my spinning,
I on falling down!

(chorus background)
**Never learn
no plan B for me!**
**I ain't got shit to fall on!**
**I school at year 8**
**I don't own, an
**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 only I get the whole label did,
and I wasted my so I ain't got shit!
I'm at Warner's and them pricks won't push my album,
but cool as soon as I'm free I'm gonna do it without them,
8 later I'm still stuck in my deal,
In debt with my lawyer, time to get on this Ferris Wheel,
I'm on this Carousel,
when will this ever
This is for me I'm back at the beginning again,
Someone get me offa this circus ride,
the horse I'm riding's hurtin' my thighs... erm,

(chorus)
Why don't I from my mistakes?
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 wrong of town,
my head spinning,
I on falling down!

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