Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

I'd like for you to take this
And where you was
The first time you heard
If I you how many times you've listened to D2
Could you me?
Dedication 3 was the first mixtape you
we had a black president
D4 and 5, we got back to
done copied the rhymes
Y'all stole the artwork
Tried to emulate my
and Dram'— we are the Mixtape Blueprint
Hahaha! You
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1: Wayne]
I got Doja, Narcotics, and Actavis; DNA
Got a Dyke-ho, Nympho, And bitch layin' next to me and bae
Eazy NWA, they make me feel A-OK
Feeling like Tony, "Grrreat!", all on me, TSA
She got Dollars, Nut, and all over her T&A
She snort all KKK and this broad need AAA
Let's enjoy some NBA, y'all lil boys
Yeah we got A-M-M-O, but you'll get beat MMA
I got Dracos, Ninos, Automatics; my DNA
You'll get beat like 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, it's
I smoke doobies, don't J's
watch movies, don't go to plays
I watch cuties, porn, and play, I got on the way
I be choosey, I don't be safe
I don't get woozy, I get the
My bitch ballin' like Chiney, Erykah with the fade
Capital-WNBA, I teach her how to save
I been sleepin' with my AK, with my finger around her
I been dreamin' I caught a —
That's sweet dreams, who want a taste?
Give the American to a bitch that ain't even from the USA
That's the land of the Free, the home of AJ
Got a whole brick of some yay, I put one on the plate
She's gon' take it to the face, like "Thin line between and hate"
I got Dealers 'N' Associates, call my DNA
All these diamonds, all this gold and shit, that PB&J
I got Bloods in LA, I got down in the A
I got Bloods you lay
But ain't no in my filet
Hit the court, shoot the DA, treat beef USDA
OMW to your trap, (Blap!) — Now be On My Way
I got plugs I got to pay, I got shit I ain't got to say
I got cribs way out of state, I ain't got no more space
slo-mo 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 the Goose is Grey
Now it's Bumbu by the case, nigga, you, fly away
Six shit, (blrrrp)

DJ Drama & (Lil Wayne)]

To the that Tunechi birthed
To the and daughters of Weezy
Y'all still watching a master at work
(I got...)
D6

2: Lil Wayne]
I got the Ganja
I got the Fanta
All black Uganda
Hair back E. Honda, wait
Hardhat like a
Your skull crack, then we you
Shark bite to a
Bar fight to a bouncer,
All Franks like
Face painted, they ain't never clowned him
Everybody rakin' cash like autumn
Y'all sweeter than Whatchamacallit
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 away the garlic
in a mansion, I'm Macaulay Culkin
Thought your coffin and started barfin'
Thought about your orphans, how they starvin'
Thought about artful shit, how I'm so thoughtful
Walkin' on the marble, feelin' like
Walkin' like the campus of Harvard
Shoutout my nigga Swizz, gettin' smarter
Try to hit the books, and hit the target
Sittin' on the charter, talkin' 'bout the
Waitin' on departure, waiting on a
Make sure my vultures an extra cartridge
And make sure my Barbies keep an extra
My dick is her electric chair, feel the
And her pussy smell like a orchid
than a wishin' well, need a quarter
Damn, I I was a lil bit taller
Damn, I wish I drank a lil water
Damn, my stank a lil more harder
Damn, I up with a redbone, scarlet
With a car
smoke 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' my headquarters
hoarder, you a mortal, I report 'em
World on my shoulders but it's lighter a clover
I'm your bitch, baby, me tighter than a stroller
System so solar, got white like
Nut like all in your bitch rollers
You never in jail, I never been in a Corolla
Then I roll a blunt 'bout as thick as a
This is that sick shit, the is showin'
The sickness is spreadin', the 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 just and forget to mourn
And give to the star, it's 6, the