Luyện nghe bài hát Callout

No point in with the punches
been laughed out of the race.
And now flyin off the handle
can't handle anything
You pay your way tokens stolen from the meek,
While I'm each dime that I have begged

Call me a waste, me an idiot
It's a taste of what's left behind,
Yeah call me out, call me a bad time,
don't talk your shit, don't call me anymore

for your tricks and sleight of hand
but now I know been a fool,,
and now you're across the floor
Yeah, of luck, enjoy the view.
You measure greatness by the you keep,
so how come nobody's back home?

(repeat chorus)

No in rolling with the punches
I've been out of the race.
And now flyin off the handle
just handle anything
You pay your way with tokens stolen the meek,
While I'm squandering each dime that I begged

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