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 you've to D2
Could you me?
Dedication 3 was the first mixtape you
When we had a black
D4 and 5, we got back to
Y'all done the rhymes
Y'all done the artwork
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 that's DNA
Got a Dyke-ho, Nympho, And your bitch layin' to me and bae
Eazy like NWA, they make me feel
Feeling Tony, "Grrreat!", feeling all on me, TSA
She got Dollars, Nut, and all over her T&A
She snort all this KKK and this broad AAA
Let's enjoy some NBA, lil boys NCAA
Yeah we got A-M-M-O, but you'll get beat MMA
I got Dracos, Ninos, Automatics; my DNA
get beat like 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 weed, it's laced
I doobies, don't smoke J's
Don't watch movies, don't go to
I watch cuties, porn, and play, I got on the way
I don't be choosey, I be safe
I get woozy, I get the waist
My bitch ballin' like Chiney, Badu with the fade
Capital-WNBA, I just her how to save
I been sleepin' with my AK, with my finger around her
I dreamin' 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 brick of some yay, I put one line on the plate
She's take it to the face, like "Thin line between 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 in my filet
Hit the court, shoot the DA, treat like USDA
OMW to your trap, (Blap!) — Now 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 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 Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly
Six shit, (blrrrp)

DJ Drama & (Lil Wayne)]

To the culture that Tunechi
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 like
Hair like E. Honda, wait
like a condom
Your skull crack, then we 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 autumn
Y'all sweeter than Whatchamacallit
All y'all take a on this toilet
ain't shit, but y'all piss-poor, and
Sittin' in the like I'm on a Harley
Keep away with the garlic
Alone in a mansion, I'm Culkin
Thought your coffin and started barfin'
Thought your orphans, how they probably starvin'
about this artful shit, how I'm so thoughtful
Walkin' on the marble, like Ricardo
Walkin' 'round like the campus of
Shoutout my nigga Swizz, gettin' smarter
Try to hit the books, and nigga hit the
Sittin' on the charter, 'bout the targets
Waitin' on departure, on a sculpture
sure my vultures keep an extra cartridge
And make sure my Barbies keep an extra
My dick is her electric chair, feel the
And her pussy better smell a orchid
Wetter a wishin' well, need a quarter
Damn, I I was a lil bit taller
Damn, I wish I a lil more water
Damn, my weed stank a lil harder
Damn, I pull up with a redbone,
With a car
smoke green, that's Marley
Purple and the orange, you seen, that's
No Eve in my garden, F-R-uh,
All the Gs in my corner, boys so warriors
we deserve every leaf in the forest
Kis and layin' around my headquarters
Borderline hoarder, you a mortal, I 'em
World on my shoulders but it's than a clover
I'm your bitch, baby, hold me tighter a stroller
System so solar, got white Crayola
Nut granola all in your bitch rollers
You never in jail, I never been in a Corolla
Then I a blunt 'bout as thick as a Samoan
is that 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 goin', I get to the boar 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