Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

I'd like for you to this time
And where you was
The first you heard Dedication
If I asked you how times you've listened to D2
you tell me?
Dedication 3 was the mixtape you heard
When we had a black
D4 and 5, we got back to
Y'all copied the rhymes
Y'all done the artwork
Tried to emulate my
Weezy and Dram'— we are the Blueprint
Hahaha! You
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[Verse 1:
I got Doja, Narcotics, and Actavis; DNA
Got a Dyke-ho, Nympho, And bitch layin' next to me and bae
Eazy like NWA, they make me feel
like Tony, "Grrreat!", feeling all on me, TSA
She got Dollars, Nut, and all over her T&A
She snort all this KKK and this need AAA
Let's enjoy some NBA, 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 this weed, laced
I smoke doobies, don't J's
watch movies, don't go to plays
I cuties, porn, and play, I got Uzis on the way
I don't be choosey, I be safe
I get woozy, I get the waist
My bitch ballin' like Chiney, Erykah with the fade
Capital-WNBA, I just her how to save
I been with my AK, with my finger around her waist
I been I caught a body —
That's sweet dreams, who want a taste?
Give the dream to a bitch 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, like "Thin 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 everywhere 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 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
Queens to be embraced, Kings want to be an Ace
I remember Ace of Spades, I remember the is Grey
Now it's Bumbu by the case, nigga, you, fly away
Six shit, (blrrrp)

DJ Drama & (Lil Wayne)]

To the culture that birthed
To the sons and daughters of
niggas still watching a master at work
(I got...)
D6

[Verse 2: Lil
I already got the
I got the Fanta
All black Uganda
back like E. Honda, wait
Hardhat a condom
Your skull crack, then we you
bite to a flounder
Bar fight to a bouncer,
All Franks Sinatra
been painted, they ain't never clowned him
Everybody rakin' cash like it's
boys sweeter than Whatchamacallit
All y'all take a seat on toilet
Y'all ain't shit, but piss-poor, and
Sittin' in the foreign I'm on a Harley
Keep bloodsuckers away the garlic
Alone in a mansion, I'm Culkin
Thought about your coffin and started
Thought about your orphans, how they starvin'
Thought about artful shit, how I'm so thoughtful
Walkin' on the marble, feelin' Ricardo
Walkin' 'round like the of Harvard
Shoutout my nigga Swizz, gettin' smarter
Try to hit the books, and nigga hit the
Sittin' on the charter, talkin' 'bout the
Waitin' on departure, waiting on a
Make my vultures keep an extra cartridge
And make sure my keep an extra Barbie
My is her electric chair, feel the voltage
And her pussy better like a orchid
Wetter than a well, need a quarter
Damn, I wish I was a lil bit
Damn, I I drank a lil more water
Damn, my stank a lil more harder
Damn, I pull up with a redbone,
a yellowbone car
That smoke green, Marley
Purple and the orange, you seen, 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 layin' around my headquarters
Borderline hoarder, you a mortal, I 'em
on my shoulders but it's lighter than a clover
I'm your bitch, baby, hold me than a stroller
System so solar, got like Crayola
Nut like granola all in your rollers
You never been in jail, I been in a Corolla
Then I roll a blunt 'bout as as a Samoan
is that sick shit, the sickness is showin'
The sickness is spreadin', the disease is
The is hoein', the witnesses knowin'
The are torn, they fishing for coins
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