Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin'

I remember way back I way back ages
Eighth grade I think, feels like
Bowl cuts was the craze I was crazy long blond hair all over the
And I'm pale as I was
Baby face, with a like a skeleton
kid, no friends loved by everyone
No I was cool, I had plenty fun
But one wish I would up big,
no not
but they
my milk
Didn't get nowhere switched up
Started hip hop, Pops didn't buy it
more Springsteen, Earth, Wind, Fire
Felt that was but to rhyme, had to try it
Couldn't the fact that I wanted to rap
Jay Z CD with my own cash man
And that was back around 98 with the Annie and, Money ain't a thing
And even though I really couldn't relate, I kept studying, and and stuffing my face and now

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And then came High
Started picking up a mic I was cool
My friend homie, you know that your white dude?
I said What, for Yo its all good.
like this, when I tried it,
it
it
it
Insisted the mic be positioned just
Just that 9th grade footy heard, straight from the Philly burbs, feel me? Pretty sure.
Suburban Threat was the name, we would work
Steady ways the day silly versus
No curses, writing our girlfriends, ball point pen, mind spinning like a whirlwind
Getting on the mic, I'm a like Merlin
Breaking barriers, tearing like its Berlin

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And I think it was the summer of 12th
When Uncle C passed away us empty
And it
bad

sad
But we had, to move on, so in fact real fast, we wrote song About fallen ones, and miscues, and misuse, and the misuse of words used to diss dudes
So true.
In a serious face I'm convinced God works in mysterious ways, like everything happens for a reason, I had to believe it, cause that would why the leave us
As for people that mean everything, I got for them all, they'll be their if I fall, but

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