Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

I'd for you to take this time
And remember you was
The first you heard Dedication
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 to business
done copied the rhymes
Y'all done stole the
Tried to emulate my
Weezy and Dram'— we are the Blueprint
Hahaha! You
A

1: Wayne]
I got Doja, Narcotics, and Actavis; DNA
Got a Dyke-ho, Nympho, And bitch layin' next to me and bae
Eazy like NWA, make me feel A-OK
like Tony, "Grrreat!", feeling all on me, TSA
She got Dollars, Nut, and Alcohol all her T&A
She snort all this KKK and 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 beat like 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, inside this weed, it's
I doobies, don't smoke J's
Don't movies, don't go to plays
I watch cuties, porn, and play, I got on the way
I don't be choosey, I be safe
I don't get woozy, I get the
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 around her waist
I been dreamin' I caught a —
That's sweet dreams, who want a taste?
Give the dream to a bitch that ain't even from the USA
That's the of the Free, it's the home of AJ
Got a whole brick of yay, I put one line on the plate
gon' take 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 in LA, I got Bloods down in the A
I got Bloods you lay
But no blood in my filet
Hit the court, shoot the DA, treat beef USDA
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 cribs way out of state, I ain't got no more space
Sippin' slo-mo at my pace, like I wear a brace
want to be embraced, Kings want to be an Ace
I remember Ace of Spades, I remember the is Grey
Now it's by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly away
Six shit, (blrrrp)

DJ Drama & (Lil Wayne)]

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

[Verse 2: Lil
I already got the
I already got the
All black Uganda
Hair back E. Honda, wait
like a condom
Your skull crack, then we you
bite to a flounder
Bar fight to a bouncer,
All like Sinatra
been painted, they ain't never clowned him
Everybody rakin' cash like autumn
boys sweeter than Whatchamacallit
All y'all take a seat on this
Y'all ain't shit, but piss-poor, and
Sittin' in the foreign like I'm on a
Keep away with the garlic
Alone in a mansion, I'm Culkin
Thought about your coffin and barfin'
Thought about your orphans, how probably starvin'
Thought this artful shit, how I'm so thoughtful
Walkin' on the marble, feelin' Ricardo
Walkin' 'round the campus of Harvard
Shoutout my Swizz, niggas gettin' smarter
Try to hit the books, and hit the target
Sittin' on the charter, talkin' the targets
on departure, waiting on a sculpture
Make sure my vultures keep an cartridge
And sure my Barbies keep an extra Barbie
My dick is her chair, feel the voltage
And her pussy better smell a orchid
than a wishin' well, need a quarter
Damn, I I was a lil bit taller
Damn, I I drank a lil more water
Damn, my weed stank a lil harder
Damn, I pull up with a redbone,
With a car
That smoke green, that's
Purple and the orange, you seen, that's
No Eve in my garden, F-R-uh,
All the Gs in my corner, them boys so
Believe we deserve every in the forest
Kis and quarters around my headquarters
hoarder, you a mortal, I report 'em
World on my shoulders but it's lighter 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 in a Corolla
Then I roll a 'bout as thick as a Samoan
This is that sick shit, the is showin'
The sickness is spreadin', the disease is
The is hoein', the witnesses knowin'
The dollars are torn, they fishing for
I continue goin', I get to the and
I rip off his horns, six in the
Then I yawn and forget to mourn
And give to the star, it's 6, the