Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

I'd for you to take this time
And remember 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 first you heard
When we had a black
D4 and 5, we got to business
Y'all done copied the
Y'all stole the artwork
to emulate my shit-talkin'
Weezy and we are the Mixtape Blueprint
Hahaha! You
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1: Wayne]
I got Doja, Narcotics, and that's DNA
Got a Dyke-ho, Nympho, And bitch layin' next to me and bae
Eazy like NWA, make me feel A-OK
like Tony, "Grrreat!", feeling all on me, TSA
She got Dollars, Nut, and all over her T&A
She snort all KKK and this broad need AAA
Let's enjoy 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 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 smoke doobies, smoke J's
Don't movies, don't go to plays
I cuties, porn, and play, I got Uzis on the way
I don't be choosey, I be safe
I get woozy, I get the waist
My bitch ballin' like Chiney, Erykah with the fade
Capital-WNBA, I just teach her how to
I been sleepin' with my AK, with my finger around her
I been dreamin' I a body —
That's some dreams, who want a taste?
the American dream to a bitch that ain't even from the USA
That's the land of the Free, the home of AJ
Got a whole brick of yay, I put one line on the plate
She's take it to the face, like "Thin line between love and hate"
I got Dealers 'N' Associates, call my DNA
All these diamonds, all gold and shit, call that PB&J
I got in LA, I got Bloods down in the A
I got Bloods you lay
But ain't no in my filet
Hit the court, shoot the DA, treat beef like
OMW to your trap, (Blap!) — Now be On My Way
I got I ain't got to pay, I got shit I ain't got to say
I got cribs way out of state, I ain't got no pocket space
Sippin' slo-mo at my pace, lean like I a brace
want to be embraced, Kings want to be an Ace
I remember Ace of Spades, I remember the Goose is
Now it's Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly
Six shit, (blrrrp)

DJ Drama & (Lil Wayne)]

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

2: Lil Wayne]
I got the Ganja
I got the Fanta
All like Uganda
Hair like E. Honda, wait
like a condom
Your skull crack, then we you
bite to a flounder
Bar to a bouncer, wait
All like Sinatra
been painted, they ain't never clowned him
Everybody rakin' cash like autumn
boys sweeter than Whatchamacallit
All y'all take a seat on this
Y'all ain't shit, but piss-poor, and
Sittin' in the like I'm on a Harley
bloodsuckers away with the garlic
Alone in a mansion, I'm Macaulay
about your coffin and started barfin'
Thought about your orphans, how they starvin'
about this artful shit, how I'm so thoughtful
Walkin' on the marble, like Ricardo
Walkin' 'round the campus of Harvard
Shoutout my nigga Swizz, niggas gettin'
Try to hit the books, and hit the target
on the charter, talkin' 'bout the targets
Waitin' on departure, waiting on a
Make my vultures keep an extra cartridge
And make sure my keep an extra Barbie
My is her electric chair, feel the voltage
And her pussy better like a orchid
Wetter a wishin' well, need a quarter
Damn, I wish I was a lil bit
Damn, I I drank a lil more water
Damn, my weed a lil more harder
Damn, I up with a redbone, scarlet
a yellowbone 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 so warriors
Believe we deserve leaf in the forest
Kis and layin' around my headquarters
Borderline hoarder, you a mortal, I 'em
World on my shoulders but it's lighter a clover
I'm your bitch, baby, hold me tighter a stroller
System so solar, got white Crayola
Nut like granola all in your bitch
You been in jail, I never been in a Corolla
Then I roll a blunt 'bout as as a Samoan
This is sick shit, the sickness is showin'
The is spreadin', the disease is growin'
The is hoein', the witnesses knowin'
The dollars are torn, they for coins
I goin', I get to the boar 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