Luyện nghe bài hát House Of Balloons

Been on another
Since you
No pain
You into my eyes
You can't my face
You're in my now
You can
You can
But you to me
You to me

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

This is a happy house (A 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
Same clothes, you ready for your day shift
This place will you up
But baby it's okay, they my niggas door
They be in the trap, so get louder if you want
Just don't blame it on me
That you didn't your home
Just blame it on me girl
'Cause you to have fun

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

This is a house
happy here
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 down for
Whatever,
your own stash of the greatest, trade it
Roll a dub, burn a dub, cough a dub, it
Then, us chase it
With a handful of pills, no
Jaw clenching on some super-sized
And she bad in a band
Escaping, her van is a
And half-past six
Weed's nice 'cause time exist
And when the stars shine back to the
Superstar lines back at the
And we can test out the
We got some new tables
All glass and it's feet wide
But it's a to get us ten feet high
She give me sex in a
I got her than a wet nap
And no doors
So I to her moans echo
"I he do drugs now"
You heard I been on them for a minute, we just never act a fool,
That's how we fuckin' livin'
And we act a fool, it's probably 'cause we mixed it
Yeah I'm on that okey dokey
Them white boys the deal, ain't no fuckin' phony
Big O know the deal, he the one who me
Watch me ride this fucking beat he fuckin' told me
"Is that your girl, her fucking story?"
"She kinda bad but she ride it like a pony"
I cut on her man, be her fuckin' story
Yeah I'm talking 'bout you man, get to me
Ain't no offense though, I you
If you a real man, dude, you gon' the truth
But I'm a nice dude with some dreams
And we turn this 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
out the glass tables
the 707 out

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

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

the 707 out
the 707 out