Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

I'd like for you to take time
And where you was
The first you heard Dedication
If I asked you how many you've listened to D2
Could you me?
Dedication 3 was the mixtape you heard
When we had a black
D4 and 5, we got to business
Y'all done copied the
done stole 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 Actavis; DNA
Got a Dyke-ho, Nympho, And your bitch layin' to me and bae
like NWA, they make me feel A-OK
Feeling like Tony, "Grrreat!", 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 NBA, y'all lil boys NCAA
we got A-M-M-O, but you'll get beat like MMA
I got Dracos, Ninos, Automatics; my DNA
You'll get beat 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, inside weed, it's laced
I smoke doobies, don't J's
Don't watch movies, don't go to
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 with the fade
Capital-WNBA, I just teach her how to
I been sleepin' with my AK, with my finger around her
I dreamin' I caught a body —
That's some dreams, who want a taste?
Give the American dream to a bitch that even from the USA
That's the land of the Free, it's the of AJ
Got a whole brick of yay, I put one line on the plate
She's gon' take it to the face, like "Thin line between and hate"
I got Dealers 'N' Associates, that my DNA
All these diamonds, all gold and shit, call that PB&J
I got Bloods in LA, I got down in the A
I got everywhere you lay
But ain't no in my filet
Hit the court, shoot the DA, beef like USDA
OMW to your trap, (Blap!) — Now be On My Way
I got plugs I 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 like I wear a
want to be embraced, Kings want to be an Ace
I remember Ace of Spades, I remember the Goose is
Now it's Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly
Six shit, (blrrrp)

[Break: DJ & (Lil Wayne)]

To the culture that birthed
To the and daughters of Weezy
Y'all niggas still a master at work
(I got...)
D6

2: Lil Wayne]
I got the Ganja
I got the Fanta
All black like
Hair back E. Honda, wait
Hardhat like a
Your skull crack, then we you
Shark to a flounder
Bar fight to a bouncer,
All Franks like
Face painted, they ain't never clowned him
rakin' cash like it's autumn
Y'all boys than Whatchamacallit
All y'all take a seat on this
ain't shit, but y'all piss-poor, and
Sittin' in the foreign I'm on a Harley
bloodsuckers away with the garlic
Alone in a mansion, I'm Culkin
Thought about your coffin and started
Thought about your orphans, how they probably
Thought about this shit, how I'm so thoughtful
Walkin' on the marble, feelin' Ricardo
Walkin' 'round like the of Harvard
my nigga Swizz, niggas gettin' smarter
Try to hit the books, and hit the target
Sittin' on the charter, talkin' 'bout the
Waitin' on departure, waiting on a
sure 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 better smell a orchid
Wetter than a wishin' well, need a
Damn, I wish I was a lil bit
Damn, I I drank a lil more water
Damn, my weed a lil more harder
Damn, I pull up a redbone, scarlet
With a car
That green, that's Marley
and the orange, you seen, that's horror
No Eve in my garden, F-R-uh,
All the Gs in my corner, them boys so
Believe we every leaf in the forest
Kis and quarters around my headquarters
hoarder, you a mortal, I report 'em
World on my but it's lighter than a clover
I'm your bitch, baby, me tighter than a stroller
System so solar, got like Crayola
Nut granola all in your bitch rollers
You been in jail, I never been in a Corolla
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 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 and forget to mourn
And to the star, it's 6, the reward