Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

I'd like for you to take this
And where you was
The time you heard Dedication
If I you how many times you've listened to D2
Could you me?
Dedication 3 was the first you heard
When we had a president
D4 and 5, we got back to
done copied 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 that's DNA
Got a Dyke-ho, Nympho, And your bitch layin' to me and bae
Eazy like NWA, they make me A-OK
Feeling Tony, "Grrreat!", feeling all on me, TSA
She got Dollars, Nut, and Alcohol all her T&A
She snort all this KKK and 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, that's my DNA
You'll get beat 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 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 get woozy, I get the waist
My ballin' 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 —
That's sweet dreams, who want a taste?
Give the American dream to a bitch that ain't even 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 line love and hate"
I got 'N' Associates, call that my DNA
All these diamonds, all gold and shit, call that PB&J
I got Bloods in LA, I got Bloods in the A
I got everywhere 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 got to pay, I got shit I ain't got to say
I got way out of state, I ain't got no more pocket space
Sippin' slo-mo at my pace, lean like I a brace
Queens want to be embraced, 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 that Tunechi
To the sons and daughters of
Y'all niggas still watching a master at
(I got...)
D6

2: Lil Wayne]
I already got the
I got the Fanta
All black Uganda
Hair back E. Honda, wait
Hardhat a condom
Your crack, then we crowned you
Shark to a flounder
Bar fight to a bouncer,
All Franks like
Face been painted, ain't never clowned him
Everybody rakin' cash like it's
boys sweeter than Whatchamacallit
All y'all take a seat on this
Y'all shit, but y'all piss-poor, and
Sittin' in the foreign like I'm on a
Keep bloodsuckers away with the
in a mansion, I'm Macaulay Culkin
Thought about coffin and started barfin'
Thought about your orphans, how probably starvin'
Thought about this artful shit, how I'm so
Walkin' on the marble, like Ricardo
'round like the campus of Harvard
Shoutout my nigga Swizz, niggas gettin'
Try to hit the books, and nigga hit the
on the charter, talkin' 'bout the targets
Waitin' on departure, on a sculpture
Make sure my vultures an extra cartridge
And make sure my Barbies keep an Barbie
My is her electric chair, feel the voltage
And her pussy better smell a orchid
than a wishin' well, need a quarter
Damn, I I was a lil bit taller
Damn, I wish I drank a lil more
Damn, my weed a lil more harder
Damn, I pull up a redbone, scarlet
With a car
That smoke green, Marley
and the orange, you seen, that's horror
No Eve in my garden, F-R-uh,
All the Gs in my corner, boys so warriors
Believe we deserve every leaf in the
Kis and layin' around 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 white Crayola
Nut like granola all in your bitch
You never been in jail, I never in a Corolla
I roll a blunt 'bout as thick as a Samoan
This is that sick shit, the is showin'
The sickness is spreadin', the disease is
The bitches is hoein', the witnesses
The dollars are torn, they for coins
I goin', I get to the boar and
I rip off his horns, six in the
Then I just yawn and to mourn
And give to the star, 6, the reward