Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

I'd for you to take this time
And where you was
The time you heard Dedication
If I asked you how many times you've to D2
Could you me?
3 was the first mixtape you heard
When we had a 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 Mixtape
Hahaha! You
A

[Verse 1:
I got Doja, Narcotics, and Actavis; DNA
Got a Dyke-ho, Nympho, And your bitch layin' to me and bae
Eazy like NWA, they make me A-OK
Feeling Tony, "Grrreat!", feeling all on me, TSA
She got Dollars, Nut, and Alcohol all her T&A
She snort all KKK and this broad need AAA
Let's enjoy some NBA, y'all lil boys
Yeah we got A-M-M-O, but get beat like MMA
I got Dracos, Ninos, Automatics; my DNA
You'll get beat like Sugar Ray, TKO,
I O's, I sip Ace, I pop whole 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, don't 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 bitch ballin' like Chiney, Erykah with the fade
Capital-WNBA, I just her how to save
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 dream 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 yay, I put one line on the plate
She's take it to the face, like "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 everywhere you lay
But no blood in my filet
Hit the court, shoot the DA, treat like 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' at my pace, lean like I wear a brace
want 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, fuck you, fly
Six shit, (blrrrp)

DJ Drama & (Lil Wayne)]

To the culture Tunechi birthed
To the and daughters 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 like Uganda
Hair back E. Honda, wait
like a condom
Your skull crack, then we you
bite to a flounder
Bar fight to a bouncer,
All Franks Sinatra
Face been painted, they never clowned him
Everybody rakin' like it's autumn
Y'all boys sweeter than
All y'all take a seat on this
Y'all ain't shit, but piss-poor, and
in the foreign like I'm on a Harley
Keep bloodsuckers with the garlic
Alone in a mansion, I'm Macaulay
Thought about your coffin and started
Thought about your orphans, how probably starvin'
Thought this artful shit, how I'm so thoughtful
Walkin' on the marble, like Ricardo
'round 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, on a sculpture
Make sure my vultures keep an extra
And make sure my Barbies keep an extra
My dick is her chair, feel the voltage
And her pussy better smell a orchid
Wetter than a wishin' well, need a
Damn, I I was a lil bit taller
Damn, I wish I drank a lil more
Damn, my weed stank a lil 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 layin' around my headquarters
Borderline hoarder, you a mortal, I 'em
World on my but it's lighter than a clover
I'm your bitch, baby, me tighter than a stroller
System so solar, got white like
Nut like all in your bitch rollers
You never 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 bitches is hoein', the knowin'
The are torn, they 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