Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin

at the speeeeeeeed...of thought...

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Hey, yo kids! (what's up!)
Remember I used to be dope? (yeah...)
I owned a of fame...
(but look what doin' now!)
I know, well I
I lost touch reality, now my personality
Is an unwanted (believe it!)
believe I used to be mr steve austin on the mic
Six ways I used to run it
I guess goldman got mad
Cos I got circuits (so loose, sigga-sigga so loose...)
I be the mother with the eggs
seem to be...

[fallin'...]

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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 papers the say
"washed up got some [buck-kawk!]"
Lingo's busted while the guitar
B-side copy for the radio plays for
I knew I blew the whole
When the drum programmer wore a
Never could be light, great fish bite
Fake, realise that I'm over clover
No good luckin' so mase beep the f(hey!)ckin'
While the fan the heat
I bring it to the glues, paid all my
So what's dead, let me use my forehead
Easy, pack it up, man, let me stop
Cos everything I do is like

[fallin'...]

chorus (many times)