Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

I'd like for you to this time
And where you was
The first time you Dedication
If I asked you how many you've listened to D2
Could you me?
Dedication 3 was the first mixtape you
When we had a president
D4 and 5, we got back to
Y'all done copied the
Y'all done stole the
Tried to my shit-talkin'
and Dram'— we are the Mixtape Blueprint
Hahaha! You
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[Verse 1:
I got Doja, Narcotics, and that's DNA
Got a Dyke-ho, Nympho, And your bitch next to me and bae
Eazy like NWA, they 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 KKK and this broad need AAA
Let's enjoy NBA, y'all lil boys NCAA
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, this 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 don't be choosey, I be safe
I don't get woozy, I get the
My ballin' like Chiney, Erykah Badu with the fade
Capital-WNBA, I just her how to save
I been sleepin' with my AK, with my finger her waist
I been dreamin' I caught a —
some sweet dreams, who want 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 whole brick of yay, I put one line on the plate
She's gon' it to the face, like "Thin line between love and hate"
I got 'N' Associates, call that my DNA
All diamonds, all this gold and shit, call that PB&J
I got in LA, I got Bloods down 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 your trap, (Blap!) — Now 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 ain't got no pocket space
Sippin' slo-mo at my pace, like I wear a brace
Queens want to be embraced, Kings to be an Ace
I remember Ace of Spades, I remember the is Grey
Now Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly away
Six shit, (blrrrp)

DJ Drama & (Lil Wayne)]

To the culture Tunechi birthed
To the sons and daughters of
niggas still watching a master at work
(I got...)
D6

[Verse 2: Lil
I got the Ganja
I already got the
All black like
Hair back like E. Honda,
Hardhat like a
Your crack, then we crowned you
bite to a flounder
Bar to a bouncer, wait
All like Sinatra
Face painted, they ain't never clowned him
Everybody rakin' cash it's autumn
Y'all boys sweeter than
All take 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 and started barfin'
Thought about your orphans, how they starvin'
Thought about this shit, how I'm so thoughtful
Walkin' on the marble, feelin' like
Walkin' 'round like the campus of
Shoutout my Swizz, niggas 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 extra
And make sure my Barbies keep an Barbie
My is her electric chair, feel the voltage
And her pussy better smell 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 more
Damn, I pull up with a redbone,
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 every in the forest
Kis and quarters around my headquarters
hoarder, you a mortal, I report 'em
World on my but it's lighter than a clover
I'm your bitch, baby, hold me than a stroller
so solar, got white like Crayola
Nut like granola all in your rollers
You never been in jail, I been in a Corolla
Then I roll a blunt 'bout as as a Samoan
This is that sick shit, the sickness is
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, it's 6, the