Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

I'd like for you to take this
And remember you was
The time you heard Dedication
If I you how many times you've listened to D2
you tell me?
Dedication 3 was the mixtape you heard
we had a black president
D4 and 5, we got back to
Y'all done the rhymes
Y'all stole the artwork
Tried to my shit-talkin'
Weezy and Dram'— we are the Mixtape
Hahaha! You
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1: Wayne]
I got Doja, Narcotics, and Actavis; DNA
Got a Dyke-ho, Nympho, And your bitch next to me and bae
Eazy like NWA, they make me A-OK
like Tony, "Grrreat!", feeling all on me, TSA
She got Dollars, Nut, and Alcohol all her T&A
She all this KKK and this broad need AAA
Let's enjoy some NBA, y'all lil NCAA
Yeah we got A-M-M-O, but get beat like MMA
I got Dracos, Ninos, Automatics; my DNA
You'll get like Sugar Ray, TKO, O-H-H
I smoke O's, I sip Ace, I pop 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, go to plays
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' like Chiney, Erykah Badu the fade
Capital-WNBA, I teach her how to save
I been with my AK, with my finger around her waist
I been dreamin' I a body —
That's some sweet dreams, who want a
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 brick of some yay, I put one line on the
She's gon' it to the face, like "Thin line between love and hate"
I got 'N' Associates, call that my DNA
All these diamonds, all this gold and shit, call PB&J
I got Bloods in LA, I got down in the A
I got Bloods you lay
But ain't no in my filet
Hit the court, the DA, treat beef 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' slo-mo at my pace, lean I wear a brace
Queens to be embraced, Kings want to be an Ace
I Ace of Spades, I remember the Goose is Grey
Now it's Bumbu by the case, nigga, 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 already got the
I already got the
All like Uganda
back like E. Honda, wait
Hardhat like a
skull crack, then we crowned you
Shark to a flounder
Bar to a bouncer, wait
All Franks like
Face been painted, they ain't never him
Everybody cash like it's autumn
Y'all boys than Whatchamacallit
All take a seat on this toilet
ain't shit, but y'all piss-poor, and
Sittin' in the like I'm on a Harley
Keep away with the garlic
Alone in a mansion, I'm Macaulay
Thought about your coffin and barfin'
about your orphans, how they probably starvin'
Thought about this artful shit, how I'm so
on the marble, feelin' like Ricardo
Walkin' like the campus of Harvard
Shoutout my nigga Swizz, gettin' smarter
Try to hit the books, and nigga hit the
Sittin' on the charter, talkin' the targets
on departure, waiting on a sculpture
Make sure my vultures keep an cartridge
And make sure my keep an extra Barbie
My is her electric chair, feel the voltage
And her pussy better smell a orchid
Wetter a wishin' well, need a quarter
Damn, I I was a lil bit taller
Damn, I wish I drank a lil more
Damn, my weed a lil more harder
Damn, I up with a redbone, scarlet
a yellowbone 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, boys so warriors
Believe we deserve every in the forest
Kis and quarters around my headquarters
Borderline hoarder, you a mortal, I 'em
World on my shoulders but lighter than a clover
I'm your bitch, baby, me tighter than a stroller
System so solar, got like Crayola
Nut like granola all in your bitch
You never been in jail, I never been in a
Then I roll a 'bout as thick as a Samoan
This is that sick shit, the sickness is
The sickness is spreadin', the disease is
The bitches is hoein', the witnesses
The dollars are torn, they fishing for
I goin', I get to the boar and
I rip off his horns, six in the
Then I just and forget to mourn
And give to the star, 6, the reward