Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

I'd like for you to take this
And remember you was
The first time you heard
If I asked you how many times listened to D2
Could you me?
Dedication 3 was the first you heard
When we had a black
D4 and 5, we got back to
done copied the rhymes
Y'all stole the artwork
to emulate my shit-talkin'
Weezy and Dram'— we are the Blueprint
Hahaha! You
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1: Wayne]
I got Doja, Narcotics, and that's DNA
Got a Dyke-ho, Nympho, And your bitch next to me and bae
Eazy NWA, they make me feel A-OK
like 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 some NBA, y'all lil NCAA
Yeah we got A-M-M-O, but you'll get beat MMA
I got Dracos, Ninos, Automatics; my DNA
You'll get like Sugar 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, this 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 don't be choosey, I be safe
I get woozy, I get the waist
My bitch ballin' like Chiney, Erykah Badu 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 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, like "Thin 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 Bloods in LA, I got down in the A
I got Bloods you lay
But no blood in my filet
Hit the court, shoot the DA, treat beef like
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 way out of state, I ain't got no more pocket space
slo-mo at my pace, lean like I wear a brace
Queens want to be embraced, want to be an Ace
I Ace of Spades, I remember 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 that birthed
To the sons and daughters of
niggas still watching a master at work
(I got...)
D6

2: Lil Wayne]
I got the Ganja
I already got the
All black like
Hair like E. Honda, wait
Hardhat a condom
Your skull crack, then we you
Shark to a flounder
Bar to a bouncer, wait
All like Sinatra
Face painted, they ain't never clowned him
Everybody rakin' like it's autumn
Y'all boys than Whatchamacallit
All take a seat on this toilet
Y'all shit, but y'all piss-poor, and
Sittin' in the foreign I'm on a Harley
Keep bloodsuckers away the garlic
in a mansion, I'm Macaulay 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, like Ricardo
Walkin' 'round like the of Harvard
Shoutout my nigga Swizz, niggas gettin'
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 sure my Barbies keep an extra Barbie
My dick is her electric chair, feel the
And her pussy better smell like a
Wetter than a well, need a quarter
Damn, I wish I was a lil bit
Damn, I wish I drank a lil water
Damn, my weed a lil more harder
Damn, I pull up with a redbone,
With a car
That green, that's Marley
Purple and the orange, you seen, horror
No Eve in my garden, F-R-uh,
All the Gs in my corner, them so warriors
Believe we deserve every leaf in the
Kis and quarters layin' around my
Borderline hoarder, you a mortal, I 'em
World on my but it's 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 your rollers
You been in jail, I never been in a Corolla
Then I roll a blunt 'bout as 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 dollars are torn, they for coins
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