Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Out

We here, I we here
The of Tha Carter
The back of Tha II
Yeah, this here is the end of Tha Carter II,
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, niggaz hate mine
Say my name and die in the
You my drift, man you better be Peyton
Boy, the heat's on, make a peace bond

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

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

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

I gotta bitch and quit callin women
As long as she worry 'bout the coke in the kitchen
No the crime, I gotta get it
I'm admitted to the game, playa, no quittin'

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

Train in the tidal wave, is the ocean
in the heat, till the mother fuckin'' snow come
And it feels so good
my dope like a rope, let them tug and pull

No hope for the hopeless, and roaches
Runnin' cross the porch, in the there's a fortune
and get it, automatics in motion
We for the bread nigga, even the molded

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