Luyện nghe bài hát House Of Balloons / Glass Table Girls

Been on another
Since you
No pain
You look my eyes
You recognize my face
You're in my now
You can
You can
But you to me
You to me

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

This is a happy house (A house)
We're happy (We're happy 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

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

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

This is a happy
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 for the lady who be down for that
Whatever,
Bring own stash of the greatest, trade it
Roll a dub, burn a dub, a dub, taste it
Then, watch us it
With a of pills, no chasers
Jaw clenching on some super-sized
And she bad in a head
Escaping, her van is a
And it's six
Weed's nice time don't exist
And when the stars shine back to the
Superstar lines back at the
And we can out the tables
We got some new tables
All glass and it's four feet
But a must to get us ten feet high
She give me sex in a
I got her wetter a wet nap
And no closed
So I to her moans echo
"I he do drugs now"
You heard wrong I been on them for a minute, we never act a fool,
That's just how we fuckin'
And when we act a fool, it's 'cause we mixed it
Yeah I'm always on that dokey
Them white boys know the deal, ain't no phony
Big O the deal, he the one who showed me
Watch me this fucking beat like he fuckin' told me
"Is that girl, what's her fucking story?"
"She kinda bad but she ride it a fucking pony"
I cut on her man, be her fuckin' story
Yeah I'm 'bout you man, get to know me
Ain't no though, I promise you
If you a real man, dude, you gon' the truth
But I'm a nice dude with some 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
out the glass 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 gone so
Bring out the tables
the 707 out

the 707 out
the 707 out