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 you how many times you've listened to D2
Could you me?
Dedication 3 was the first you heard
When we had a president
D4 and 5, we got to business
Y'all done the rhymes
done stole the artwork
Tried to my shit-talkin'
Weezy and Dram'— we are the Blueprint
Hahaha! You
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1: Wayne]
I got Doja, Narcotics, and Actavis; DNA
Got a Dyke-ho, Nympho, And your bitch next to me and bae
Eazy like NWA, they make me feel
Feeling like Tony, "Grrreat!", all on me, TSA
She got Dollars, Nut, and Alcohol all her T&A
She snort all this KKK and broad 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 Xanies
I got P's, I got weight, I got kis, I got
I got moon-rock, molly, ecstasy, inside weed, it's laced
I doobies, don't smoke J's
Don't watch movies, 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 ballin' Chiney, Erykah Badu with the fade
Capital-WNBA, I just her how to save
I been sleepin' my AK, with my finger around her waist
I been dreamin' I caught a —
That's sweet dreams, who want a taste?
Give the American dream to a bitch that even from the USA
That's the land of the Free, the home of AJ
Got a whole of some yay, I put one line on the plate
gon' take it to the face, like "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 Bloods in the A
I got Bloods you lay
But ain't no blood in my
Hit the court, shoot the DA, treat like USDA
OMW to your trap, (Blap!) — Now 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 ain't got no more pocket
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)

[Break: DJ & (Lil Wayne)]

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

2: Lil Wayne]
I got the Ganja
I already got the
All black 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 like Sinatra
Face been painted, ain't never clowned him
Everybody rakin' cash like autumn
Y'all sweeter than Whatchamacallit
All y'all a seat on this toilet
ain't shit, but y'all piss-poor, and
Sittin' in the foreign I'm on a Harley
Keep bloodsuckers away with the
in a mansion, I'm Macaulay Culkin
Thought about your coffin and started
Thought about orphans, how they probably starvin'
Thought about this artful shit, how I'm so
on the marble, feelin' like Ricardo
Walkin' 'round like the of Harvard
Shoutout my nigga Swizz, gettin' smarter
Try to hit the books, and hit the target
Sittin' on the charter, talkin' 'bout the
Waitin' on departure, waiting on a
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 like a orchid
Wetter than a wishin' well, a quarter
Damn, I wish I was a lil bit
Damn, I I drank a lil more water
Damn, my stank a lil more harder
Damn, I pull up a redbone, scarlet
a yellowbone car
That green, that's Marley
and the orange, you seen, that's horror
No Eve in my garden, F-R-uh,
All the Gs in my corner, them so warriors
Believe we deserve leaf in the forest
Kis and quarters layin' my headquarters
hoarder, you a mortal, I report 'em
World on my shoulders but lighter than a clover
I'm bitch, baby, hold me tighter than a stroller
System so solar, got like Crayola
Nut like granola all in your bitch
You been in jail, I never been in a Corolla
Then I roll a 'bout as thick as a Samoan
This is sick shit, the sickness is showin'
The sickness is spreadin', the disease is
The is hoein', the witnesses knowin'
The dollars are torn, they 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