Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

I'd like for you to this time
And where you was
The time you heard Dedication
If I asked you how many times listened to D2
Could you me?
Dedication 3 was the mixtape you heard
When we had a president
D4 and 5, we got to business
Y'all done the rhymes
Y'all stole the artwork
Tried to my shit-talkin'
and Dram'— we are the Mixtape Blueprint
Hahaha! You
A

[Verse 1:
I got Doja, Narcotics, and Actavis; DNA
Got a Dyke-ho, Nympho, And your bitch next to me and bae
Eazy like NWA, they make me feel
Feeling like Tony, "Grrreat!", all on me, TSA
She got Dollars, Nut, and all over her T&A
She all this KKK and this broad need AAA
Let's some NBA, y'all lil boys NCAA
Yeah we got A-M-M-O, but you'll get like MMA
I got Dracos, Ninos, that's my DNA
You'll get beat Sugar Ray, TKO, O-H-H
I smoke O's, I sip Ace, I pop whole Xanies
I got P's, I got weight, I got kis, I got
I got moon-rock, molly, ecstasy, inside this weed, it's
I smoke doobies, smoke J's
watch movies, don't go to plays
I watch cuties, porn, and play, I got on the way
I don't be choosey, I don't be
I don't get woozy, I get the
My bitch like Chiney, Erykah Badu with the fade
Capital-WNBA, I just teach her how to
I been sleepin' 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 that even from 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
gon' take it to the face, like "Thin line between love and hate"
I got Dealers 'N' Associates, that my DNA
All these diamonds, all gold and shit, call that PB&J
I got Bloods in LA, I got down in the A
I got everywhere you lay
But ain't no 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 pocket
slo-mo at my pace, lean like I wear a brace
Queens to be embraced, Kings want to be an Ace
I remember Ace of Spades, I remember the is Grey
Now it's by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly away
Six shit, (blrrrp)

[Break: DJ & (Lil Wayne)]

To the culture Tunechi birthed
To the sons and of Weezy
niggas still watching a master at work
(I got...)
D6

2: Lil Wayne]
I already got the
I got the Fanta
All black Uganda
Hair back like E. Honda,
Hardhat like a
skull crack, then we crowned you
Shark to a flounder
Bar to a bouncer, wait
All Franks Sinatra
Face been painted, they ain't clowned him
Everybody rakin' cash it's autumn
Y'all boys sweeter than
All take a seat on this toilet
Y'all shit, but y'all piss-poor, and
Sittin' in the foreign I'm on a Harley
Keep bloodsuckers away the garlic
in a mansion, I'm Macaulay Culkin
Thought about coffin and started barfin'
Thought your orphans, how they probably starvin'
Thought this artful shit, how I'm so thoughtful
on the marble, feelin' like Ricardo
Walkin' 'round like the campus of
my nigga Swizz, niggas gettin' smarter
Try to hit the books, and nigga hit the
Sittin' on the charter, 'bout the targets
Waitin' on departure, on a sculpture
Make sure my vultures keep an extra
And make sure my Barbies keep an Barbie
My dick is her electric chair, the voltage
And her pussy better smell like a
Wetter a wishin' well, need a quarter
Damn, I wish I was a lil bit
Damn, I wish I drank a lil water
Damn, my stank a lil more harder
Damn, I pull up a redbone, scarlet
a yellowbone car
That smoke green, that's
and the orange, you seen, that's horror
No Eve in my garden, F-R-uh,
All the Gs in my corner, them so warriors
Believe we deserve every in the forest
Kis and quarters layin' my headquarters
hoarder, you a mortal, I report 'em
World on my shoulders but it's lighter than a
I'm bitch, baby, hold me tighter than a stroller
System so solar, got like Crayola
Nut granola all in your bitch rollers
You never been in jail, I been in a Corolla
Then I roll a blunt 'bout as thick as a
This is that sick shit, the sickness is
The sickness is spreadin', the disease is
The bitches is hoein', the witnesses
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 just and forget to mourn
And to the star, it's 6, the reward