Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Out

We here, I we here
The back of Tha
The of Tha Carter II
Yeah, here is the end of Tha Carter 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 is priceless
Seeing through you like a fuckin' psychic

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No for the hopeless, rats and roaches
Runnin' the porch, in the attic there's a fortune
Come and get it, automatics in
We bangin' for the nigga, even the molded

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