Luyện nghe bài hát House Of Balloons

Been on another
Since you
No pain
You look into my
You can't recognize my
in my world now
You can
You can
But you to me
You to me

If it to breathe
the window
Oh, your mind wants to
But you go

This is a house (A happy house)
We're happy here (We're here)
In a house
Oh is fun, fun, fun fun (This is fun)
Fun, fun fun fun (This is fun to me)
Fun, fun fun fun

got you lost
Nights so much quicker than the days did
clothes, you ain't ready for your day shift
This place burn you up
But it's okay, they my niggas next door
They be working in the trap, so get louder if you
Just don't blame it on me
you didn't call your home
Just blame it on me girl
'Cause you to have fun

If it to breathe
the window
Oh, your mind wants to
But you go

is a happy house
We're happy
In a house
Oh is fun, fun, fun fun
Fun, fun fun fun,
Fun, fun fun fun

the 707 out
the 707 out
the 707 out
the 707 out
the 707 out
the 7

Two puffs for the lady who be for that
Whatever,
Bring your own of the greatest, trade it
a dub, burn a dub, cough a dub, taste it
Then, us chase it
a handful of pills, no chasers
Jaw clenching on some papers
And she bad in a head
Escaping, her van is a
And it's six
nice 'cause time don't exist
And the stars shine back to the crib
Superstar lines at the crib
And we can test out the
We got brand new tables
All glass and it's four wide
But it's a must to get us ten high
She give me sex in a
I got her wetter a wet nap
And no doors
So I listen to her echo
"I he do drugs now"
You heard wrong I on them for a minute, we just never act a fool,
That's just how we livin'
And when we act a fool, it's 'cause we mixed it
Yeah I'm always on okey dokey
Them boys know the deal, ain't no fuckin' phony
Big O the deal, he the one who showed me
me ride this fucking beat like he fuckin' told me
"Is that your girl, her fucking story?"
"She kinda bad but she ride it a fucking pony"
I cut down on her man, be her story
I'm talking 'bout you man, get to know me
Ain't no offense though, I you
If you a real man, dude, you gon' the truth
But I'm a nice dude some nice dreams
And we could turn to a nightmare, Elm Street

La la la la la la la la
I'm so gone, so
Bring out the tables
the 707 out

La la la la la la la la
I'm so gone, so
Bring out the glass
the 707 out

La la la la la la la la
I'm so gone so
Bring out the tables
the 707 out

La la la la la la la la
I'm so so gone
Bring out the tables
the 707 out

the 707 out
the 707 out