Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin'

Through hard times, the negativity, the jealousy

Yo, Carolina Blue six, hottest bitch on the
Used to Ducatti, Saco, Prada
high school, got signed wrote them platti hits
Tito was the same shit, got a wrist

They say I'm stoosh 'cause I cover my
In that Dolce Gabbana, I'm a hot mama
The number one stunna, slim, skin
Like bare bra, I'd eat gravy proper

Got a money fetish, see me where your bed is?
Playboy got to give me five letters
Like Prada, Jacob, boots, C. Dior, Chloe, suits
Range Rover, Gucci shoes, class, flatt class, Paris

Don't hate me 'cause I'm
Lord, me if I'm fallin'
I I hear them callin' me
Why they on callin' me?

Don't hate me 'cause I'm
Lord, me if I'm fallin'
I I hear them callin' me
Why the keep on me?

If I was to die, it be too many alive
Fox Brown, minus the Clyde
And today make this one promise to God
Even if I go wood, I'm ma it so hood

And I got chills when I signed my
And I shed tears when and Pac got killed
only one other broad that really got skills
She's alright, but not real

Brown, I'm hot no rehearsal time
And I stays on tour the circle line
a bitch that could emulate my classic delivery
I rep' New like the Statue of Liberty

Mentally, I'm in my own holding my spot
Fox, I'm the female Pac
And it's like my is a thesis
Sometimes I feel like I'm Swedish

niggas don't get it
And, yeah I'm ballin', the streets keep
Lord, take my soul, I feel I'm falling

Don't hate me I'm ballin'
Lord, take me if I'm
I think I hear them me
Why they keep on me?

hate me 'cause I'm ballin'
Lord, take me if I'm
I think I hear callin' me
Why the keep on me?

Before me there was but none so hot
They had no other but to run they spot
Rock 15, I was bound to ball
Think it's time to run my resume to y'all

See, touch me, platinum, ain't no
500,000 sold, Ill Nana, 2.8
The firm, mil
Chyna Doll came, it's pretty much the same

And we rap about you see us do
Now we in demand like PS2
Lot of planes, lot of cars, a lot of
Lot of Gucci, lot of Louis, lot of loafers

Couple and with that I bought my Range
and Red got a lot of ass off my name, man
Yeah, I'm the streets keep calling
Lord, my soul, I feel like I'm falling

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