Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

I'd like for you to take time
And where you was
The first you heard Dedication
If I asked you how many times listened to D2
you tell me?
Dedication 3 was the first you heard
When we had a president
D4 and 5, we got back to
done copied the rhymes
Y'all stole the artwork
Tried to my shit-talkin'
Weezy and Dram'— we are the Mixtape
Hahaha! You
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[Verse 1:
I got Doja, Narcotics, and that's DNA
Got a Dyke-ho, Nympho, And your layin' next to me and bae
Eazy NWA, they 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 broad AAA
Let's enjoy some NBA, 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 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 weed, it's laced
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 be choosey, I don't be safe
I get woozy, I get the waist
My ballin' 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 been dreamin' I a body —
That's some sweet dreams, who a taste?
Give the American dream to a bitch that ain't from the USA
the land of the Free, it's the home of AJ
Got a brick of some yay, I put one line on the plate
She's gon' take it to the face, "Thin line between love and hate"
I got Dealers 'N' Associates, call 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 blood in my
Hit the court, shoot the DA, treat beef USDA
OMW to your trap, (Blap!) — Now 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 to be embraced, Kings want to be an Ace
I remember Ace of Spades, I the Goose is Grey
Now it's Bumbu by the case, nigga, you, fly away
Six shit, (blrrrp)

DJ Drama & (Lil Wayne)]

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

[Verse 2: Lil
I got the Ganja
I already got the
All black Uganda
Hair like E. Honda, wait
Hardhat a condom
Your skull crack, then we you
Shark to a flounder
Bar to a bouncer, wait
All Franks Sinatra
Face been painted, they ain't clowned him
rakin' cash like it's autumn
Y'all boys than Whatchamacallit
All y'all take a on this toilet
Y'all shit, but y'all piss-poor, and
in the foreign like I'm on a Harley
Keep bloodsuckers away the garlic
Alone in a mansion, I'm Macaulay
Thought about your coffin and barfin'
Thought about orphans, how they probably starvin'
Thought this artful shit, how I'm so thoughtful
Walkin' on the marble, like Ricardo
Walkin' 'round like the campus of
my nigga Swizz, niggas gettin' smarter
Try to hit the books, and nigga hit the
Sittin' on the charter, talkin' the targets
on departure, waiting on a sculpture
Make sure my vultures an extra cartridge
And make sure my Barbies an extra Barbie
My dick is her electric chair, the voltage
And her pussy better smell like a
Wetter than a wishin' well, need a
Damn, I I was a lil bit taller
Damn, I wish I a lil more water
Damn, my weed a lil more 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, boys so warriors
Believe we deserve every leaf in the
Kis and quarters around 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 than a stroller
System so solar, got like Crayola
Nut like granola all in bitch rollers
You never been in jail, I never in a Corolla
Then I roll a 'bout as thick as a Samoan
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 fishing for
I goin', I get to the boar and
I rip off his horns, six in the
I just yawn and forget to mourn
And to the star, it's 6, the reward