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?
3 was the first mixtape you heard
When we had a president
D4 and 5, we got back to
Y'all done the rhymes
done stole the artwork
Tried to my shit-talkin'
Weezy and Dram'— we are the Mixtape
Hahaha! You
A

[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, make me feel 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 this need AAA
enjoy some NBA, y'all lil boys NCAA
Yeah we got A-M-M-O, but you'll get beat 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 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
watch movies, don't go to plays
I watch cuties, porn, and play, I got on the way
I be choosey, I don't be safe
I get woozy, I get the waist
My bitch like Chiney, Erykah Badu with the fade
Capital-WNBA, I just her how to save
I sleepin' with my AK, with my finger around her waist
I been dreamin' I a body —
That's sweet dreams, who want a taste?
Give the American to a bitch that ain't even from the USA
the land of the Free, it's 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 in LA, I got Bloods down in the A
I got Bloods you lay
But no blood in my filet
Hit the court, shoot the DA, treat beef USDA
OMW to trap, (Blap!) — Now I'll be On My Way
I got plugs I got to pay, I got shit 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, lean I wear a brace
Queens want to be embraced, want to be an Ace
I Ace of Spades, I remember the Goose is Grey
Now it's by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly away
Six shit, (blrrrp)

[Break: DJ & (Lil Wayne)]

To the that Tunechi birthed
To the sons and 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 black Uganda
back like E. Honda, wait
Hardhat like a
Your skull crack, then we you
bite to a flounder
Bar fight to a bouncer,
All like Sinatra
Face been painted, they ain't never him
Everybody rakin' like it's autumn
Y'all boys than Whatchamacallit
All take a seat on this toilet
Y'all ain't shit, but piss-poor, and
Sittin' in the foreign I'm on a Harley
bloodsuckers away with the garlic
Alone in a mansion, I'm Macaulay
Thought about your coffin and barfin'
about your orphans, how they probably starvin'
Thought this artful shit, how I'm so thoughtful
Walkin' on the marble, feelin' Ricardo
Walkin' like 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, waiting on a
Make sure my vultures keep an cartridge
And make sure my Barbies an extra Barbie
My dick is her electric chair, feel the
And her pussy better like a orchid
Wetter a wishin' well, need a quarter
Damn, I wish I was a lil bit
Damn, I wish I drank a lil water
Damn, my weed stank a lil more
Damn, I pull up a redbone, scarlet
a yellowbone car
That smoke green, 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
Borderline hoarder, you a mortal, I '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 granola all in your bitch rollers
You never been in jail, I been in a Corolla
Then I roll a blunt 'bout as as a Samoan
This is that 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 yawn and forget to mourn
And give to the star, 6, the reward