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 many you've listened to D2
Could you me?
Dedication 3 was the first mixtape you
When we had a black
D4 and 5, we got to business
Y'all copied the rhymes
done stole the artwork
Tried to emulate my
Weezy and Dram'— we are the Blueprint
Hahaha! You
A

1: Wayne]
I got Doja, Narcotics, and that's DNA
Got a Dyke-ho, Nympho, And your layin' next 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 KKK and this broad need AAA
enjoy 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 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 movies, don't go to plays
I watch cuties, porn, and play, I got on the way
I don't be choosey, I don't be
I don't get woozy, I get the
My bitch ballin' Chiney, Erykah Badu with the fade
Capital-WNBA, I just her how to save
I been sleepin' with my AK, with my finger her waist
I dreamin' I caught a body —
That's some dreams, who want a taste?
Give the dream to a bitch that ain't even from the USA
That's the land of the Free, 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 line between and hate"
I got 'N' Associates, call that my DNA
All these diamonds, all this gold and shit, call PB&J
I got Bloods in LA, I got Bloods 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 pocket space
Sippin' at my pace, lean like I wear a brace
Queens want to be embraced, Kings to be an Ace
I remember Ace of Spades, I remember the Goose is
Now it's Bumbu by the case, nigga, you, fly away
Six shit, (blrrrp)

[Break: DJ & (Lil Wayne)]

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

2: Lil Wayne]
I already got the
I already got the
All black like
back like E. Honda, wait
Hardhat a condom
skull crack, then we crowned you
Shark bite to a
Bar fight to a bouncer,
All like Sinatra
Face been painted, they never clowned him
Everybody rakin' cash it's autumn
Y'all boys sweeter than
All y'all a seat on this toilet
ain't 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 Macaulay
Thought about coffin and started barfin'
Thought about your orphans, how they probably
Thought this artful shit, how I'm so thoughtful
Walkin' on the marble, feelin' like
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, on a sculpture
Make sure my keep an extra cartridge
And make my Barbies keep an extra Barbie
My dick is her electric chair, the voltage
And her pussy better smell like a
Wetter than a wishin' well, need a
Damn, I wish I was a lil bit
Damn, I wish I a lil more water
Damn, my weed a lil more harder
Damn, I up with a redbone, scarlet
With a car
That green, that's 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 quarters layin' around my
hoarder, you a mortal, I report 'em
World on my shoulders but lighter than a clover
I'm your bitch, baby, hold me tighter a stroller
so solar, got white like Crayola
Nut like granola all in your bitch
You never in jail, I never been in a Corolla
Then I roll a blunt 'bout as as a Samoan
This is sick shit, the sickness is showin'
The is spreadin', the disease is growin'
The bitches is hoein', the knowin'
The dollars are torn, 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 to the star, it's 6, the reward