Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

I'd like for you to take time
And where you was
The first you heard Dedication
If I asked you how many times listened to D2
Could you me?
Dedication 3 was the first mixtape you
When we had a president
D4 and 5, we got to business
done copied the rhymes
Y'all done stole the
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 Alcohol all her T&A
She all this KKK and this broad need AAA
Let's enjoy some NBA, y'all lil boys
Yeah we got A-M-M-O, but you'll get beat MMA
I got Dracos, Ninos, that's 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, laced
I smoke doobies, don't J's
Don't movies, don't 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' like Chiney, Erykah Badu with the
Capital-WNBA, I teach her how to save
I sleepin' with my AK, with my finger around her waist
I been I caught a body —
some sweet dreams, who want a taste?
Give the American dream to a bitch ain't even from the USA
That's the land of the Free, the home of AJ
Got a whole brick of some yay, I put one line on the
She's gon' take it to the face, like "Thin between love and hate"
I got 'N' Associates, call that my DNA
All these diamonds, all this and shit, call that PB&J
I got in LA, I got Bloods down in the A
I got everywhere you lay
But no blood in my filet
Hit the court, the DA, treat beef like USDA
OMW to trap, (Blap!) — Now I'll be On My Way
I got plugs I ain't got to pay, I got I ain't got to say
I got cribs way out of state, I ain't got no more space
Sippin' slo-mo at my pace, lean like I a brace
Queens want to be embraced, want to be an Ace
I Ace of Spades, I remember 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 of Weezy
Y'all niggas still watching a at work
(I got...)
D6

2: Lil Wayne]
I already got the
I got the Fanta
All black like
Hair like E. Honda, wait
Hardhat a condom
skull crack, then we crowned you
Shark to a flounder
Bar fight to a bouncer,
All Franks like
been painted, they ain't never clowned him
Everybody cash like it's autumn
boys sweeter than Whatchamacallit
All y'all take a seat on this
Y'all shit, but y'all piss-poor, and
Sittin' in the like I'm on a Harley
Keep bloodsuckers away with the
in a mansion, I'm Macaulay Culkin
Thought about your coffin and started
Thought about your orphans, how probably starvin'
Thought about artful shit, how I'm so thoughtful
on the marble, feelin' like Ricardo
Walkin' 'round the campus of Harvard
my nigga Swizz, niggas 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 my vultures keep an extra cartridge
And sure my Barbies keep an extra Barbie
My is her electric chair, feel the voltage
And her better smell like a orchid
Wetter than a well, need a quarter
Damn, I I was a lil bit taller
Damn, I wish I a lil more water
Damn, my weed a lil more harder
Damn, I up with a redbone, scarlet
With a car
That smoke green, that's
Purple and the orange, you seen, that's
No Eve in my garden, F-R-uh,
All the Gs in my corner, them boys so
Believe we deserve every leaf in the
Kis and quarters layin' around my
Borderline hoarder, you a mortal, I 'em
World on my shoulders but lighter than a clover
I'm your bitch, baby, hold me tighter than a
System so solar, got white like
Nut like granola all in your rollers
You never in jail, I never been in a Corolla
Then I roll a blunt 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 knowin'
The dollars are torn, they fishing for
I goin', I get to the boar and
I rip off his horns, six in the
Then I yawn and forget to mourn
And give to the star, it's 6, the