Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

I'd like for you to take time
And remember you was
The first you heard Dedication
If I asked you how many times listened to D2
Could you me?
Dedication 3 was the first mixtape you
we had a black president
D4 and 5, we got to business
Y'all done the rhymes
Y'all stole the artwork
to emulate my shit-talkin'
Weezy and Dram'— we are the Blueprint
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 A-OK
Feeling Tony, "Grrreat!", feeling all on me, TSA
She got Dollars, Nut, and all over 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, Automatics; my DNA
get beat like Sugar Ray, TKO, O-H-H
I smoke O's, I sip Ace, I pop whole straight
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 be choosey, I don't be safe
I don't get woozy, I get the
My bitch ballin' like Chiney, Erykah Badu the fade
Capital-WNBA, I teach her how to save
I been sleepin' with my AK, with my finger her waist
I dreamin' I caught a body —
That's sweet dreams, who want a taste?
Give the American dream to a bitch ain't even from the USA
That's the land of the Free, 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 and shit, call that PB&J
I got Bloods in LA, I got down in the A
I got everywhere you lay
But no blood 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 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 pocket space
Sippin' at my pace, lean like I wear a brace
Queens want to be embraced, Kings 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 that birthed
To the and daughters of Weezy
Y'all niggas still watching a at work
(I got...)
D6

[Verse 2: Lil
I already got the
I already got the
All black like
Hair back like E. Honda,
Hardhat a condom
skull crack, then we crowned you
Shark bite to a
Bar to a bouncer, wait
All Franks Sinatra
Face painted, they ain't never clowned him
Everybody rakin' cash it's autumn
boys sweeter than Whatchamacallit
All y'all take a seat on this
Y'all ain't shit, but piss-poor, and
in the foreign like I'm on a Harley
Keep away with the garlic
Alone in a mansion, I'm Culkin
Thought about coffin and started barfin'
Thought your orphans, how they probably starvin'
Thought about artful shit, how I'm so thoughtful
Walkin' on the marble, like Ricardo
Walkin' 'round like the of Harvard
my nigga Swizz, niggas gettin' smarter
Try to hit the books, and nigga hit the
Sittin' on the charter, talkin' 'bout the
on departure, waiting on a sculpture
Make sure my keep an extra cartridge
And make sure my keep an extra Barbie
My dick is her electric chair, 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 water
Damn, my weed stank a lil harder
Damn, I up with a redbone, scarlet
a yellowbone car
That green, that's Marley
Purple and the orange, you seen, horror
No Eve in my garden, F-R-uh,
All the Gs in my corner, them boys so
Believe we deserve leaf in the forest
Kis and quarters around my headquarters
Borderline hoarder, you a mortal, I 'em
on my shoulders but it's lighter than a clover
I'm your bitch, baby, me tighter than a stroller
System so solar, got like Crayola
Nut like granola all in bitch rollers
You been in jail, I never been in a Corolla
Then I roll a blunt 'bout as thick as a
This is that shit, the sickness is showin'
The sickness is spreadin', the is growin'
The bitches is hoein', the witnesses
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 give to the star, it's 6, the