Luyện nghe bài hát House Of Balloons

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

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

is a happy house (A happy house)
We're happy here (We're here)
In a happy
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
place will burn you up
But baby okay, they my niggas next door
They be in the trap, so get louder if you want
Just don't it on me girl
you didn't call your home
Just don't blame it on me
'Cause you wanted to fun

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

is a happy house
We're happy
In a happy
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 who be down for that
Whatever,
your own stash of the greatest, trade it
Roll a dub, burn a dub, cough a dub, 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 half-past six
Weed's nice 'cause time exist
And when the stars back to the crib
lines back at the crib
And we can out the tables
We got some 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 moans
"I heard he do now"
You heard wrong I on them for a minute, we just never act a fool,
That's just how we fuckin'
And when we act a fool, it's probably we mixed it
Yeah I'm always on okey dokey
Them white boys know the deal, ain't no fuckin'
Big O know the deal, he the one who 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
Yeah I'm 'bout you man, get to know me
Ain't no offense though, I you
If you a real man, dude, you decide the truth
But I'm a dude with 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 glass
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 glass
the 707 out

the 707 out
the 707 out