Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Out

We here, I we here
The of Tha Carter
The back of Tha II
Yeah, this here is the end of Tha II, people
Hey,

I got the game on and chain
I threw the key in the train, I'm like the key in the
I spent a G on these frames, though my vision is
Seeing you niggaz like a fuckin' psychic

through the grapevine, niggaz wanna hate mine
Say my name and die in the
You catch my drift, man you be Peyton
Boy, the heat's on, they a peace bond

I'm in bitch, throwin' up the seventeenth sign
Straight frowns, no daps, strapped times
A Tec-11, AK 47, one Beretta, for whatever
Tell them pussy niggaz come

Heavy wetter, nigga super soaker wetter,
Six feet under flowers, you ain't nothin' but a nigga
I'm just a little nigga, tryin' to be a civil
Thirty years old, shit that'll be a different

Quit it, Wayne, mom is listenin'
But she really trippin' 'cause the pots is piston
Them niggaz trippin', until the shots
them bullets sizzle, like a cobra at attention

I bitch and quit callin women bitches
As long as she don't 'bout the coke in the kitchen
No the crime, I gotta get it
I'm admitted to the game, true playa, no

There you go on a way a nigga thinkin'
Only history I is Benjamin Franklin
Is this the and crime is to no one
I live everyday like this is the one

Train in the tidal wave, is the ocean
Stand in the heat, till the mother fuckin'' come
And it so fuckin' good
my dope like a rope, let them tug and pull

No for the hopeless, rats and roaches
Runnin' cross the porch, in the attic there's a
and get it, automatics in motion
We bangin' for the bread nigga, even the

I got my loaf, I got my
Chaperone of the south, I got my
Yeah and I die I'm da, da, da, da da
Da best rapper