Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

I'd like for you to this time
And where you was
The first you heard Dedication
If I asked you how times you've listened to D2
Could you me?
Dedication 3 was the mixtape you heard
we had a black president
D4 and 5, we got back to
Y'all copied the rhymes
done 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
like 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 this KKK and broad need AAA
Let's some NBA, y'all lil boys NCAA
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 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, this weed, it's 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 get woozy, I get the waist
My ballin' like Chiney, Erykah Badu with the fade
Capital-WNBA, I teach her how to save
I been sleepin' with my AK, my finger around her waist
I been I caught a body —
That's some sweet dreams, who want a
Give the American dream to a bitch ain't 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
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 PB&J
I got in LA, I got Bloods down in the A
I got everywhere you lay
But ain't no blood in my
Hit the court, shoot the DA, treat beef USDA
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, lean I wear a brace
want to be embraced, Kings 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)

DJ Drama & (Lil Wayne)]

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

[Verse 2: Lil
I already got the
I got the Fanta
All like Uganda
Hair back E. Honda, wait
Hardhat like a
skull crack, then we crowned you
Shark bite to a
Bar to a bouncer, wait
All Franks like
Face been painted, they never clowned him
Everybody cash like it's autumn
boys sweeter than Whatchamacallit
All y'all take a on this toilet
Y'all shit, but y'all piss-poor, and
Sittin' in the like I'm on a Harley
Keep bloodsuckers away the garlic
Alone in a mansion, I'm Macaulay
Thought about your and started barfin'
Thought about your orphans, how they probably
Thought about this shit, how I'm so thoughtful
on the marble, feelin' like Ricardo
Walkin' 'round like the of Harvard
my nigga Swizz, niggas gettin' smarter
Try to hit the books, and hit the target
on the charter, talkin' 'bout the targets
Waitin' on departure, on a sculpture
Make my vultures keep an extra cartridge
And make sure my keep an extra Barbie
My dick is her chair, feel the voltage
And her pussy better smell like a
Wetter than a well, need a quarter
Damn, I I was a lil bit taller
Damn, I wish I drank a lil more
Damn, my stank a lil more harder
Damn, I up with a redbone, scarlet
With a 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 boys so
we deserve every leaf in the forest
Kis and quarters layin' around my
Borderline hoarder, you a mortal, I 'em
World on my but it's lighter than a clover
I'm your bitch, baby, hold me tighter a stroller
System so solar, got like Crayola
Nut like granola all in bitch rollers
You never been in jail, I never been in a
Then I roll a 'bout as thick as a Samoan
is that sick shit, the sickness is showin'
The sickness is spreadin', the is growin'
The bitches is hoein', the knowin'
The dollars are torn, they fishing for
I continue goin', I get to the and
I rip off his horns, six in the
I just yawn and forget to mourn
And to the star, it's 6, the reward