Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

I'd like for you to this time
And remember you was
The first time you Dedication
If I asked you how many times listened to D2
you tell me?
Dedication 3 was the first you heard
we had a black president
D4 and 5, we got to business
Y'all done the rhymes
done stole the artwork
Tried to emulate my
Weezy and Dram'— we are the Mixtape
Hahaha! You
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1: Wayne]
I got Doja, Narcotics, and Actavis; DNA
Got a Dyke-ho, Nympho, And your bitch next to me and bae
Eazy like NWA, they me feel A-OK
like Tony, "Grrreat!", feeling all on me, TSA
She got Dollars, Nut, and all over her T&A
She snort all KKK and this broad need AAA
Let's enjoy some NBA, y'all lil boys
we got A-M-M-O, but you'll get beat like MMA
I got Dracos, Ninos, Automatics; my DNA
get beat like Sugar Ray, TKO, O-H-H
I O's, I sip Ace, I pop whole Xanies straight
I got P's, I got weight, I got kis, I got
I got moon-rock, molly, ecstasy, inside this weed, it's
I doobies, don't smoke J's
Don't watch movies, go to plays
I cuties, porn, and play, I got Uzis on the way
I don't be choosey, I don't be
I don't get woozy, I get the
My bitch ballin' Chiney, Erykah Badu with the fade
Capital-WNBA, I just her how to save
I been sleepin' with my AK, with my around her waist
I dreamin' I caught a body —
That's some sweet dreams, who a taste?
Give the American dream to a bitch that ain't even the USA
That's the of the Free, it's the home of AJ
Got a whole brick of some yay, I put one on the plate
She's gon' take it to the face, like "Thin between love and hate"
I got Dealers 'N' Associates, that my DNA
All these diamonds, all this gold and shit, call PB&J
I got in LA, I got Bloods down in the A
I got Bloods you lay
But ain't no in my filet
Hit the court, shoot the DA, beef like USDA
OMW to your trap, (Blap!) — Now be On My Way
I got plugs I ain't got to pay, I got shit I got to say
I got cribs way out of state, I ain't got no more pocket
Sippin' slo-mo at my pace, like I wear a brace
Queens to be embraced, Kings want to be an Ace
I remember Ace of Spades, I the Goose is Grey
Now it's Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly
Six shit, (blrrrp)

DJ Drama & (Lil Wayne)]

To the culture that birthed
To the sons and daughters of
Y'all still watching a master at work
(I got...)
D6

[Verse 2: Lil
I already got the
I got the Fanta
All black Uganda
Hair like E. Honda, wait
Hardhat like a
Your crack, then we crowned you
bite to a flounder
Bar to a bouncer, wait
All Franks like
Face been painted, they ain't clowned him
Everybody rakin' cash it's autumn
boys sweeter than Whatchamacallit
All y'all take a on this toilet
Y'all shit, but y'all piss-poor, and
Sittin' in the foreign like I'm on a
Keep bloodsuckers with the garlic
Alone in a mansion, I'm Macaulay
Thought about your coffin and barfin'
Thought about your orphans, how they starvin'
Thought about this artful shit, how I'm so
Walkin' on the marble, like Ricardo
Walkin' 'round the campus of Harvard
Shoutout my nigga Swizz, gettin' smarter
Try to hit the books, and nigga hit the
Sittin' on the charter, talkin' the targets
on departure, waiting on a sculpture
Make sure my vultures keep an cartridge
And make sure my Barbies an extra Barbie
My dick is her electric chair, the voltage
And her pussy better smell like a
Wetter than a wishin' well, need a
Damn, I wish I was a lil bit
Damn, I wish I a lil more water
Damn, my weed stank a lil more
Damn, I pull up a redbone, scarlet
With a car
That smoke green, Marley
Purple and the orange, you seen, horror
No Eve in my garden, F-R-uh,
All the Gs in my corner, them boys so
we deserve every leaf in the forest
Kis and quarters layin' around my
hoarder, you a mortal, I report 'em
World on my shoulders but lighter than a clover
I'm bitch, baby, hold me tighter than a stroller
System so solar, got white Crayola
Nut granola all in your bitch rollers
You never been in jail, I never in a Corolla
I roll a blunt 'bout as thick as a Samoan
This is sick shit, the sickness is showin'
The sickness is spreadin', the disease is
The bitches is hoein', the witnesses
The are torn, they fishing for coins
I continue goin', I get to the and
I rip off his horns, six in the
Then I just and forget to mourn
And give to the star, it's 6, the