Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

I'd like for you to this time
And where you was
The time you heard Dedication
If I you how many times you've listened to D2
you tell me?
Dedication 3 was the first you heard
When we had a black
D4 and 5, we got back to
Y'all copied the rhymes
Y'all done stole the
Tried to my shit-talkin'
Weezy and we are the Mixtape Blueprint
Hahaha! You
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[Verse 1:
I got Doja, Narcotics, and Actavis; DNA
Got a Dyke-ho, Nympho, And your bitch next to me and bae
Eazy like NWA, they make me 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 enjoy some NBA, y'all lil boys
Yeah we got A-M-M-O, but you'll get like MMA
I got Dracos, Ninos, that's my DNA
get beat like 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 this weed, laced
I smoke doobies, don't J's
Don't watch movies, go to plays
I cuties, porn, and play, I got Uzis on the way
I don't be choosey, I don't be
I don't get woozy, I get the
My bitch ballin' like Chiney, Erykah Badu with the
Capital-WNBA, I teach her how to save
I been sleepin' with my AK, with my finger her waist
I been I caught a body —
some sweet 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 of some yay, I put one line on the plate
She's gon' take it to the face, like "Thin line between and hate"
I got 'N' Associates, call that my DNA
All diamonds, all this gold and shit, call that PB&J
I got Bloods in LA, I got down in the A
I got everywhere you lay
But ain't no in my filet
Hit the court, the DA, treat beef like USDA
OMW to trap, (Blap!) — Now I'll 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 more space
Sippin' at my pace, lean like 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 by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly away
Six shit, (blrrrp)

DJ Drama & (Lil Wayne)]

To the culture Tunechi birthed
To the sons and of Weezy
niggas still watching a master at work
(I got...)
D6

[Verse 2: Lil
I already got the
I got the Fanta
All black Uganda
back like E. Honda, wait
Hardhat a condom
skull crack, then we crowned you
Shark bite to a
Bar to a bouncer, wait
All like Sinatra
been painted, they ain't never clowned him
Everybody rakin' like it's autumn
Y'all boys than Whatchamacallit
All y'all take a seat on toilet
Y'all shit, but y'all piss-poor, and
Sittin' in the foreign like I'm on a
Keep bloodsuckers away the garlic
in a mansion, I'm Macaulay Culkin
Thought your coffin and started barfin'
Thought about your orphans, how they starvin'
Thought this artful shit, how I'm so thoughtful
Walkin' on the marble, like Ricardo
Walkin' 'round like the campus of
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, on a sculpture
Make my vultures keep an extra cartridge
And make sure my Barbies an extra Barbie
My dick is her electric chair, the voltage
And her pussy better smell a orchid
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 weed stank a lil harder
Damn, I up with a redbone, scarlet
With a car
That 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, them so warriors
Believe we deserve leaf in the forest
Kis and layin' around my headquarters
hoarder, you a mortal, I report 'em
World on my shoulders but it's than a clover
I'm your bitch, baby, hold me tighter than a
so solar, got white like Crayola
Nut like granola all in bitch rollers
You never in jail, I never been in a Corolla
Then I roll a blunt 'bout as thick as a
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 continue goin', I get to the and
I rip off his horns, six in the
Then I just and forget to mourn
And give to the star, 6, the reward