Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

I'd like for you to take time
And remember you was
The first you heard Dedication
If I asked you how many times listened to D2
you tell me?
Dedication 3 was the first you heard
When we had a black
D4 and 5, we got back to
Y'all copied the rhymes
Y'all stole the artwork
to emulate my shit-talkin'
Weezy and Dram'— we are the Blueprint
Hahaha! You
A

[Verse 1:
I got Doja, Narcotics, and that's DNA
Got a Dyke-ho, Nympho, And your bitch layin' to me and bae
Eazy like NWA, they make me feel
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 some NBA, y'all lil boys NCAA
Yeah we got A-M-M-O, but you'll get beat MMA
I got Dracos, Ninos, that's my DNA
You'll get beat Sugar Ray, TKO, O-H-H
I smoke O's, I sip Ace, I pop whole Xanies
I got P's, I got weight, I got kis, I got
I got moon-rock, molly, ecstasy, inside this weed, laced
I doobies, don't smoke J's
Don't watch movies, go to plays
I cuties, porn, and play, I got Uzis 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 with the
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 some sweet dreams, who want a
Give the American dream to a that ain't even from the USA
the land of the Free, it's the home of AJ
Got a brick of some yay, I put one line on the plate
She's gon' take it to the face, "Thin line between love and hate"
I got Dealers 'N' Associates, call my DNA
All these diamonds, all this gold and shit, call PB&J
I got in LA, I got Bloods down in the A
I got everywhere you lay
But ain't no in my filet
Hit the court, the DA, treat beef like USDA
OMW to your trap, (Blap!) — Now be On My Way
I got plugs I ain't got to pay, I got shit I got to say
I got cribs way out of state, I got no more pocket space
Sippin' at my pace, lean like I wear a brace
Queens want to be embraced, want to be an Ace
I remember Ace of Spades, I the Goose is Grey
Now it's by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly away
Six shit, (blrrrp)

[Break: DJ & (Lil Wayne)]

To the culture that Tunechi
To the sons and 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
like a condom
Your skull crack, then we you
Shark to a flounder
Bar fight to a bouncer,
All Franks Sinatra
Face been painted, they ain't clowned him
Everybody rakin' cash like autumn
Y'all boys sweeter than
All y'all take a seat on this
Y'all shit, but y'all piss-poor, and
Sittin' in the foreign like I'm on a
Keep bloodsuckers with the garlic
Alone in a mansion, I'm Culkin
Thought about your and started barfin'
about your orphans, how they probably starvin'
Thought about 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
on departure, waiting on a sculpture
Make sure my keep an extra cartridge
And make sure my Barbies keep an Barbie
My dick is her electric chair, the voltage
And her pussy better smell like a
Wetter than a well, need a quarter
Damn, I wish I was a lil bit
Damn, I wish I a lil more water
Damn, my weed stank a lil more
Damn, I up with a redbone, scarlet
With a car
That smoke green, that's
Purple and the orange, you seen, horror
No Eve in my garden, F-R-uh,
All the Gs in my corner, them so warriors
Believe we deserve leaf in the forest
Kis and quarters around my headquarters
Borderline hoarder, you a mortal, I 'em
World on my shoulders but it's lighter than a
I'm your bitch, baby, hold me tighter than a
System so solar, got like Crayola
Nut like granola all in your rollers
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 sickness is
The is spreadin', the disease is growin'
The bitches is hoein', the knowin'
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 to the star, it's 6, the reward