Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin

at the speeeeeeeed...of thought...

1

Hey, yo kids! (what's up!)
Remember when I to be dope? (yeah...)
I owned a of fame...
(but what you're doin' now!)
I know, well I
I lost with reality, now my personality
Is an unwanted (believe it!)
Can't I used to be mr steve austin on the mic
Six million ways I to run it
I oscar goldman got mad
Cos I got circuits (so loose, sigga-sigga so loose...)
I be the mother goose the eggs
seem to be...

[fallin'...]

You played x4

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A-yo, pack my bags cos I'm outta
Mama don't me and my mama don't care
Read the the headlines say
"washed up got some [buck-kawk!]"
busted while the guitar sways
B-side copy for the plays for somethin'
I knew I blew the fandango
When the drum wore a kangol
Never could be light, fish won't bite
Fake, that I'm over like clover
No good so mase beep the f(hey!)ckin' beat
While the fan the heat
I bring it to the glues, all my dues
So what's gone's dead, let me use my
Easy, pack it up, man, let me stallin'
Cos everything I do is like

[fallin'...]

chorus (many times)