Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

I'd for you to take this time
And remember you was
The time you heard Dedication
If I asked you how times you've listened to D2
you tell me?
Dedication 3 was the first you heard
When we had a black
D4 and 5, we got to business
Y'all done copied the
Y'all done the artwork
Tried to my shit-talkin'
Weezy and we are the Mixtape Blueprint
Hahaha! You
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[Verse 1:
I got Doja, Narcotics, and Actavis; DNA
Got a Dyke-ho, Nympho, And your bitch layin' to me and bae
like NWA, they make me feel A-OK
Feeling Tony, "Grrreat!", feeling all on me, TSA
She got Dollars, Nut, and Alcohol all her T&A
She snort all this KKK and this need AAA
Let's enjoy some NBA, y'all lil 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 beat like Ray, TKO, O-H-H
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 don't get woozy, I get the
My bitch ballin' Chiney, Erykah Badu with the fade
Capital-WNBA, I teach her how to save
I been sleepin' with my AK, my finger around her waist
I dreamin' I caught a body —
That's sweet dreams, who want a taste?
the American dream to a bitch that ain't even from the USA
That's the of the Free, it's the home of AJ
Got a whole 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 these diamonds, all this gold and shit, that PB&J
I got Bloods in LA, I got Bloods in the A
I got everywhere you lay
But ain't no in my filet
Hit the court, shoot the DA, treat like USDA
OMW to trap, (Blap!) — Now I'll be On My Way
I got I ain't got to pay, I got shit I ain't got to say
I got cribs way out of state, I got no more pocket space
Sippin' at my pace, lean like I wear a brace
Queens want to be embraced, want to be an Ace
I remember Ace of Spades, I remember the is Grey
Now it's Bumbu by the case, nigga, you, fly away
Six shit, (blrrrp)

[Break: DJ & (Lil Wayne)]

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

[Verse 2: Lil
I got the Ganja
I already got the
All black Uganda
Hair back E. Honda, wait
like a condom
Your skull crack, we crowned you
bite to a flounder
Bar to a bouncer, wait
All Franks like
Face painted, they ain't never clowned him
Everybody rakin' cash like autumn
boys sweeter than Whatchamacallit
All y'all take a on this toilet
Y'all ain't shit, but piss-poor, and
Sittin' in the foreign like I'm on a
Keep bloodsuckers away with the
Alone in a mansion, I'm Culkin
Thought about your coffin and started
Thought about your orphans, how they starvin'
about this artful shit, how I'm so thoughtful
Walkin' on the marble, feelin' Ricardo
'round like the campus of Harvard
Shoutout my Swizz, niggas gettin' smarter
Try to hit the books, and hit the target
Sittin' on the charter, talkin' the targets
Waitin' on departure, on a sculpture
Make sure my vultures an extra cartridge
And make my Barbies keep an extra Barbie
My dick is her electric chair, the voltage
And her pussy better like a orchid
Wetter than a well, need a quarter
Damn, I I was a lil bit taller
Damn, I wish I a lil more water
Damn, my weed stank a lil harder
Damn, I up with a redbone, scarlet
a yellowbone car
That smoke green, 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
we deserve every leaf in the forest
Kis and quarters layin' my headquarters
Borderline hoarder, you a mortal, I 'em
World on my shoulders but it's lighter than a
I'm your bitch, baby, hold me tighter a stroller
System so solar, got like Crayola
Nut like granola all in bitch rollers
You been in jail, I never been in a Corolla
Then I a blunt 'bout as thick as a Samoan
is that sick shit, the sickness is showin'
The sickness is spreadin', the disease is
The bitches is hoein', the witnesses
The are torn, they fishing for coins
I goin', I get to the boar and
I rip off his horns, six in the
Then I just yawn and forget to
And to the star, it's 6, the reward