Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

I'd like for you to take time
And where you was
The time you heard Dedication
If I asked you how many times you've to D2
Could you me?
Dedication 3 was the first you heard
When we had a black
D4 and 5, we got to business
done copied the rhymes
Y'all stole the artwork
Tried to emulate my
and Dram'— we are the Mixtape Blueprint
Hahaha! You
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[Verse 1:
I got Doja, Narcotics, and that's DNA
Got a Dyke-ho, Nympho, And your layin' next to me and bae
Eazy NWA, they 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 KKK and this 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 like Sugar Ray, TKO,
I smoke O's, I sip Ace, I pop 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 doobies, don't smoke J's
Don't watch movies, go to plays
I watch cuties, porn, and play, I got on the way
I be choosey, I don't be safe
I don't get woozy, I get the
My bitch ballin' like Chiney, Badu with the fade
Capital-WNBA, I teach her how to save
I been sleepin' with my AK, my finger around her waist
I dreamin' I caught a body —
That's some dreams, who want a taste?
Give the American dream to a bitch that ain't 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
She's gon' take it to the face, like "Thin line between and hate"
I got Dealers 'N' Associates, that my DNA
All these diamonds, all this gold and shit, that PB&J
I got in LA, I got Bloods down 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 trap, (Blap!) — Now I'll 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 got no more pocket space
Sippin' slo-mo at my pace, lean like I wear a
want to be embraced, Kings want to be an Ace
I remember Ace of Spades, I remember the Goose is
Now Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly away
Six shit, (blrrrp)

DJ Drama & (Lil Wayne)]

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

[Verse 2: Lil
I got the Ganja
I already got the
All black like
back like E. Honda, wait
Hardhat like a
Your skull crack, then we you
Shark to a flounder
Bar fight to a bouncer,
All Franks Sinatra
been painted, they ain't never clowned him
Everybody cash like it's autumn
boys sweeter than Whatchamacallit
All y'all a seat on this toilet
Y'all ain't shit, but piss-poor, and
Sittin' in the like I'm on a Harley
Keep bloodsuckers away with the
Alone in a mansion, I'm Culkin
Thought about coffin and started barfin'
Thought about your orphans, how probably starvin'
Thought this artful shit, how I'm so thoughtful
Walkin' on the marble, like Ricardo
'round like the campus of Harvard
Shoutout my Swizz, niggas 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 sure my vultures keep an cartridge
And make sure my Barbies keep an extra
My dick is her electric chair, feel the
And her better smell like a orchid
Wetter than a wishin' well, need a
Damn, I wish I was a lil bit
Damn, I wish I drank a lil water
Damn, my weed a lil more harder
Damn, I pull up with a redbone,
a yellowbone car
That smoke green, Marley
Purple and the orange, you seen, horror
No Eve in my garden, F-R-uh,
All the Gs in my corner, them so warriors
we deserve every leaf in the forest
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 your bitch, baby, me tighter than a stroller
System so solar, got like Crayola
Nut granola all in your bitch rollers
You never been in jail, I never in a Corolla
Then I roll a 'bout as thick as a Samoan
This is that sick shit, the is showin'
The sickness is spreadin', the is growin'
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
I just yawn and forget to mourn
And give to the star, it's 6, the