Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Out

We here, I we here
The back of Tha
The back of Tha II
Yeah, this is the end of Tha Carter II, people
Hey,

I got the game on ball and
I the key in the train, I'm like the key in the truck
I spent a G on these frames, though my is priceless
through you niggaz like a fuckin' psychic

Hearin' through the grapevine, wanna hate mine
Say my and die in the daytime
You catch my drift, man you be Peyton
Boy, the heat's on, they make a peace

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

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

Quit it, Wayne, mom is listenin'
But she ain't really trippin' 'cause the is piston
Them niggaz trippin', until the whistling'
Hear them 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 preventin' the crime, I get it
I'm to the game, true playa, no quittin'

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

in the tidal wave, this is the ocean
Stand in the heat, till the mother fuckin'' come
And it feels so fuckin'
Throw my dope a rope, let them tug and pull

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

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