Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

I'd like for you to take time
And where you was
The first time you heard
If I asked you how times you've listened to D2
you tell me?
Dedication 3 was the first you heard
we had a black president
D4 and 5, we got back to
done copied the rhymes
Y'all done the artwork
Tried to my shit-talkin'
Weezy and Dram'— we are the Blueprint
Hahaha! You
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[Verse 1:
I got Doja, Narcotics, and Actavis; DNA
Got a Dyke-ho, Nympho, And bitch layin' next 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 this 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 like Sugar Ray, TKO, O-H-H
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, laced
I smoke doobies, don't J's
Don't watch movies, don't go to
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 like Chiney, Erykah Badu with the fade
Capital-WNBA, I just teach her how to
I been with my AK, with my finger around her waist
I dreamin' I caught a body —
some sweet dreams, who want a taste?
Give the American to a bitch that 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, "Thin line between love and hate"
I got Dealers 'N' Associates, that my DNA
All diamonds, all this gold and shit, call that PB&J
I got Bloods in LA, I got Bloods in the A
I got Bloods you lay
But ain't no blood in my
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 shit I got to say
I got cribs way out of state, I got no more pocket space
Sippin' slo-mo at my pace, lean like I a brace
Queens to be embraced, Kings want to be an Ace
I remember Ace of Spades, I the Goose is Grey
Now Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly away
Six shit, (blrrrp)

DJ Drama & (Lil Wayne)]

To the culture that Tunechi
To the sons and of Weezy
Y'all niggas still watching a master at
(I got...)
D6

[Verse 2: Lil
I got the Ganja
I got the Fanta
All black like
Hair back like E. Honda,
Hardhat like a
Your crack, then we crowned you
Shark bite to a
Bar fight to a bouncer,
All Franks like
Face been painted, they ain't clowned him
Everybody rakin' cash it's autumn
Y'all sweeter than Whatchamacallit
All y'all a seat on this toilet
Y'all shit, but y'all piss-poor, and
in the foreign like I'm on a Harley
Keep away with the garlic
in a mansion, I'm Macaulay Culkin
Thought about your and started barfin'
about your orphans, how they probably starvin'
Thought about this artful shit, how I'm so
Walkin' on the marble, feelin' Ricardo
Walkin' 'round the campus of Harvard
Shoutout my nigga Swizz, 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 sure my vultures an extra cartridge
And make sure my Barbies keep an extra
My dick is her electric chair, feel the
And her pussy better smell like a
Wetter a wishin' well, need a quarter
Damn, I wish I was a lil bit
Damn, I wish I a lil more water
Damn, my stank a lil more harder
Damn, I up with a redbone, scarlet
With a car
smoke 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 every leaf in the forest
Kis and quarters layin' around my
hoarder, you a mortal, I report 'em
World on my shoulders but it's lighter than a
I'm your bitch, baby, hold me tighter than a
System so solar, got white Crayola
Nut like granola all in your rollers
You never in jail, I never been in a Corolla
Then I roll a blunt as thick as a Samoan
This is sick shit, the sickness is showin'
The sickness is spreadin', the is growin'
The bitches is hoein', the knowin'
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 just yawn and to mourn
And give to the star, it's 6, the