Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin'

Through hard times, the negativity, the jealousy

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

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

Got a fetish, wanna see me where your bed is?
Playboy y'all got to give me five
Prada, Jacob, Fendi boots, C. Dior, Chloe, suits
Range Rover, Gucci shoes, first class, class, Paris

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

Don't hate me I'm ballin'
Lord, me if I'm fallin'
I think I them callin' me
Why the on callin' me?

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

And I got chills I signed my deal
And I shed tears Biggie and Pac got killed
It's only one broad that really got skills
alright, but she's not real

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

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

Y'all don't get it
And, yeah I'm ballin', the keep callin'
Lord, take my soul, I feel like I'm

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

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

Before me there was many but so hot
had no other choice but to run they spot
Rock since 15, I was bound to
Think it's time to run my down to y'all

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

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

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

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