Luyện nghe bài hát Falling

Teenage La Soul/Tom Petty/Jeff Lynne

Travelling at the speed of

Hey kids, up
Remember when I to be dope, yeah
I owned a pocket of fame
But look what you're doing now, Well I know, I
I lost touch with reality, now my
Is an unwanted (ooh yeah)
Can't I used to be Mr Steve Austin on the mike
(Six ways) I used to run it
I guess Oscar got mad
Cause I got loose (so loose)
I seen the goose with the eggs that seemed to be

Fallin Fallin

You yourself (x4)

Yo pack my bags cause im out of
My don't love me and my momma don't care
Read the the headlines say
Washed up rapper got a (Rock on)
Lingo's while the guitar swings
B-Side copies for the plays (or something)
I knew I blew the fandango
the drum crew never wore a Kangol
Never be like fake, fish won't bite bait
Realise that im over clover
No good lucking so hit the fucking beat
While the teenage are here
I it to the blues, I pay all my dues
So what's gone dead, let me use my
Easy pack it up man, let me stop
Cause everything I do is like

Falling

You yourself

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