Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

I'd like for you to take this
And where you was
The first time you heard
If I asked you how many times listened to D2
you tell me?
Dedication 3 was the first mixtape you
When we had a president
D4 and 5, we got to business
Y'all done the rhymes
Y'all done stole the
Tried to my shit-talkin'
Weezy and Dram'— we are the Mixtape
Hahaha! You
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[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, make me feel A-OK
Feeling like Tony, "Grrreat!", all on me, TSA
She got Dollars, Nut, and Alcohol all her T&A
She snort all this KKK and this broad AAA
Let's some NBA, y'all lil boys NCAA
Yeah we got A-M-M-O, but get beat like MMA
I got Dracos, Ninos, that's my DNA
You'll get beat like Sugar Ray, TKO,
I smoke O's, I sip Ace, I pop whole straight
I got P's, I got weight, I got kis, I got
I got moon-rock, molly, ecstasy, inside weed, it's laced
I doobies, don't smoke J's
Don't watch movies, don't go to
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 teach her how to save
I been sleepin' with my AK, with my around her waist
I been I caught a body —
That's some sweet dreams, who a taste?
the American dream to a bitch that ain't even from the USA
That's the land of the Free, it's the of AJ
Got a whole brick of yay, I put one line on the plate
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 gold and shit, call that
I got in LA, I got Bloods down in the A
I got Bloods you lay
But ain't no blood in my
Hit the court, shoot the DA, treat beef like
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 want to be embraced, 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)

[Break: DJ & (Lil Wayne)]

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

2: Lil Wayne]
I got the Ganja
I got the Fanta
All black Uganda
back like E. Honda, wait
Hardhat like a
Your skull crack, then we you
bite to a flounder
Bar to a bouncer, wait
All Franks Sinatra
Face painted, they ain't never clowned him
Everybody rakin' like it's autumn
boys sweeter than Whatchamacallit
All y'all take a on this toilet
ain't shit, but y'all piss-poor, and
Sittin' in the foreign like I'm on a
bloodsuckers away with the garlic
Alone in a mansion, I'm Culkin
Thought about coffin and started barfin'
Thought about your orphans, how they starvin'
Thought this artful shit, how I'm so thoughtful
Walkin' on the marble, feelin' like
Walkin' 'round like the campus of
Shoutout my nigga Swizz, gettin' smarter
Try to hit the books, and hit the target
Sittin' on the charter, talkin' the targets
Waitin' on departure, on a sculpture
Make my vultures keep an extra cartridge
And make sure my Barbies keep an extra
My is her electric chair, feel the voltage
And her better smell like a orchid
Wetter than a wishin' well, need a
Damn, I I was a lil bit taller
Damn, I wish I drank a lil more
Damn, my weed stank a lil harder
Damn, I pull up a redbone, scarlet
a yellowbone car
That green, that's Marley
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 leaf in the
Kis and quarters around my headquarters
hoarder, you a mortal, I report 'em
World on my shoulders but lighter than a clover
I'm your bitch, baby, me tighter than a stroller
so solar, got white like Crayola
Nut like granola all in bitch rollers
You never been in jail, I never been in a
Then I roll a blunt 'bout as thick as a
This is that shit, the sickness is showin'
The is spreadin', the disease is growin'
The bitches is hoein', the knowin'
The dollars are torn, they for coins
I continue goin', I get to the and
I rip off his horns, six in the
Then I yawn and forget to mourn
And give to the star, 6, the reward