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 times listened to D2
Could you me?
3 was the first mixtape you heard
When we had a black
D4 and 5, we got to business
Y'all copied the rhymes
Y'all done the artwork
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 make me A-OK
Feeling Tony, "Grrreat!", feeling all on me, TSA
She got Dollars, Nut, and all over her T&A
She snort all this KKK and broad need AAA
Let's enjoy some NBA, lil boys NCAA
Yeah we got A-M-M-O, but you'll get like MMA
I got Dracos, Ninos, that's my DNA
get beat 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, smoke J's
Don't watch movies, go to plays
I cuties, porn, and play, I got Uzis 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 just teach her how to
I been with my AK, with my finger around her waist
I been dreamin' I caught a —
That's some sweet dreams, who a taste?
Give the American to a bitch that ain't even from the USA
That's the land of the Free, it's the of AJ
Got a whole of some 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 these diamonds, all this and shit, call that PB&J
I got Bloods in LA, I got Bloods in the A
I got Bloods you lay
But ain't no in my filet
Hit the court, shoot the DA, treat beef like
OMW to trap, (Blap!) — Now I'll be On My Way
I got plugs I ain't got to pay, I got shit I got to say
I got way out of state, I ain't got no more pocket space
Sippin' slo-mo at my pace, lean I wear a brace
Queens want to be embraced, want to be an Ace
I remember Ace of Spades, I remember the Goose is
Now Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly away
Six shit, (blrrrp)

[Break: DJ & (Lil Wayne)]

To the culture that Tunechi
To the sons and daughters of
Y'all niggas watching a master at work
(I got...)
D6

[Verse 2: Lil
I already got the
I already got the
All like Uganda
Hair back E. Honda, wait
Hardhat like a
Your skull crack, we crowned you
bite to a flounder
Bar to a bouncer, wait
All Franks like
Face painted, they ain't never clowned him
Everybody rakin' cash like it's
Y'all boys sweeter than
All y'all a seat on this toilet
Y'all shit, but y'all piss-poor, and
Sittin' in the foreign like I'm on a
Keep bloodsuckers with the garlic
in a mansion, I'm Macaulay Culkin
Thought your coffin and started barfin'
about your orphans, how they probably starvin'
Thought this artful shit, how I'm so thoughtful
Walkin' on the marble, like Ricardo
Walkin' 'round the campus of Harvard
Shoutout my Swizz, niggas gettin' smarter
Try to hit the books, and nigga hit the
Sittin' on the charter, talkin' 'bout the
Waitin' on departure, on a sculpture
Make my vultures keep an extra cartridge
And make sure my keep an extra Barbie
My dick is her electric chair, feel the
And her pussy smell like a orchid
Wetter a wishin' well, need a quarter
Damn, I wish I was a lil bit
Damn, I wish I drank a lil more
Damn, my weed stank a lil harder
Damn, I pull up a redbone, scarlet
a yellowbone car
That smoke green, that's
and the orange, you seen, that's horror
No Eve in my garden, F-R-uh,
All the Gs in my corner, boys so warriors
Believe we every leaf in the forest
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 tighter than a
so solar, got white like Crayola
Nut like granola all in your rollers
You never been in jail, I never been in a
Then I roll a blunt 'bout as thick as a
This is that sick shit, the is showin'
The sickness is spreadin', the is growin'
The bitches is hoein', the knowin'
The dollars are torn, fishing for coins
I goin', I get to the boar and
I rip off his horns, six in the
Then I just yawn and forget to
And give to the star, it's 6, the