Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

I'd like for you to this time
And where you was
The first time you heard
If I asked you how times you've listened to D2
Could you me?
3 was the first mixtape you heard
When we had a president
D4 and 5, we got back to
Y'all done the rhymes
Y'all done stole the
Tried to emulate my
and Dram'— 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 your bitch layin' to me and bae
Eazy like NWA, they make me feel
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 some NBA, y'all lil boys NCAA
Yeah we got A-M-M-O, but you'll get beat MMA
I got Dracos, Ninos, Automatics; 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, it's
I smoke doobies, smoke J's
Don't watch movies, don't go to
I watch cuties, porn, and play, I got on the way
I don't be choosey, I don't be
I get woozy, I get the waist
My ballin' like Chiney, Erykah Badu with the fade
Capital-WNBA, I just 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, it's the of AJ
Got a whole brick of some yay, I put one line on the
She's gon' take it to the face, like "Thin between love and hate"
I got Dealers 'N' Associates, call my DNA
All these diamonds, all this gold and shit, call that
I got in LA, I got Bloods down in the A
I got Bloods you lay
But ain't no blood in my
Hit the court, shoot the DA, beef like USDA
OMW to your trap, (Blap!) — Now be On My Way
I got plugs I ain't got to pay, I got I ain't got to say
I got way out of state, I ain't got no more pocket space
Sippin' slo-mo at my pace, like I wear a brace
Queens to be embraced, Kings want to be an Ace
I Ace of Spades, I remember 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 that Tunechi
To the and daughters of Weezy
Y'all still watching a master at work
(I got...)
D6

2: Lil Wayne]
I got the Ganja
I got the Fanta
All like Uganda
Hair back like E. Honda,
Hardhat a condom
skull crack, then we crowned you
Shark bite to a
Bar fight to a bouncer,
All Franks Sinatra
Face painted, they ain't never clowned him
Everybody cash like it's autumn
Y'all boys sweeter than
All y'all take a seat on this
Y'all shit, but y'all piss-poor, and
Sittin' in the like I'm on a Harley
Keep bloodsuckers away with the
Alone in a mansion, I'm Macaulay
Thought about your and started barfin'
Thought your orphans, how they probably starvin'
Thought about artful shit, how I'm so thoughtful
on the marble, feelin' like Ricardo
Walkin' like the campus of Harvard
Shoutout my nigga Swizz, gettin' smarter
Try to hit the books, and hit the target
Sittin' on the charter, 'bout the targets
Waitin' on departure, waiting on a
Make sure my vultures an extra cartridge
And make sure my Barbies keep an extra
My is her electric chair, feel the voltage
And her pussy better like a orchid
than a wishin' well, need a quarter
Damn, I wish I was a lil bit
Damn, I wish I drank a lil more
Damn, my weed a lil more harder
Damn, I pull up with a redbone,
With a car
That smoke green, that's
Purple and the orange, you seen, that's
No Eve in my garden, F-R-uh,
All the Gs in my corner, them boys so
Believe we deserve every leaf in the
Kis and quarters layin' my headquarters
hoarder, you a mortal, I report 'em
World on my shoulders but lighter than a clover
I'm your bitch, baby, hold me tighter a stroller
System so solar, got white like
Nut like all in your bitch rollers
You never been in jail, I never been in a
Then I a blunt 'bout as thick as a Samoan
is that sick shit, the sickness is showin'
The sickness is spreadin', the disease is
The bitches is hoein', the witnesses
The dollars are torn, fishing for coins
I continue goin', I get to the and
I rip off his horns, six in the
Then I yawn and forget to mourn
And to the star, it's 6, the reward