Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

I'd like for you to take time
And where you was
The first time you heard
If I asked you how many times listened to D2
Could you me?
Dedication 3 was the first mixtape you
When we had a president
D4 and 5, we got to business
done copied the rhymes
Y'all done stole the
Tried to my shit-talkin'
Weezy and Dram'— we are the Mixtape
Hahaha! You
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1: Wayne]
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 A-OK
Feeling Tony, "Grrreat!", feeling all on me, TSA
She got Dollars, Nut, and Alcohol all her T&A
She snort all this KKK and this need AAA
Let's some NBA, y'all lil boys NCAA
Yeah we got A-M-M-O, but get beat like MMA
I got Dracos, Ninos, Automatics; my DNA
You'll get like Sugar Ray, TKO, O-H-H
I smoke O's, I sip Ace, I pop Xanies straight
I got P's, I got weight, I got kis, I got
I got moon-rock, molly, ecstasy, this weed, it's laced
I smoke doobies, smoke J's
Don't watch movies, 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 like 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 sweet dreams, who a taste?
Give the American dream to a that ain't even from the USA
That's the land of the Free, the home of AJ
Got a whole brick of yay, I put one line on the plate
She's take it to the face, like "Thin line between love and hate"
I got Dealers 'N' Associates, call my DNA
All these diamonds, all gold and shit, call that PB&J
I got Bloods in LA, I got down 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 plugs I ain't got to pay, I got shit I got to say
I got cribs way out of state, I ain't got no more pocket
Sippin' slo-mo at my pace, 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 that Tunechi birthed
To the sons and daughters of
niggas still watching a master at work
(I got...)
D6

2: Lil Wayne]
I already got the
I already got the
All black like
Hair like E. Honda, wait
Hardhat like a
Your skull crack, we crowned you
Shark to a flounder
Bar fight to a bouncer,
All like Sinatra
Face painted, they ain't never clowned him
rakin' cash like it's autumn
Y'all sweeter than Whatchamacallit
All y'all take a seat on toilet
Y'all shit, but y'all piss-poor, and
Sittin' in the foreign I'm on a Harley
Keep bloodsuckers away with the
in a mansion, I'm Macaulay Culkin
Thought about your coffin and barfin'
Thought about your orphans, how they starvin'
Thought about this shit, how I'm so thoughtful
Walkin' on the marble, feelin' Ricardo
Walkin' 'round like the campus of
Shoutout my nigga Swizz, niggas gettin'
Try to hit the books, and nigga hit the
Sittin' on the charter, talkin' 'bout the
Waitin' on departure, on a sculpture
sure my vultures keep an extra cartridge
And sure my Barbies keep an extra Barbie
My dick is her electric chair, feel the
And her pussy smell like a orchid
Wetter than a wishin' well, a quarter
Damn, I wish I was a lil bit
Damn, I I drank a lil more water
Damn, my weed stank a lil more
Damn, I up with a redbone, scarlet
a yellowbone car
That smoke green, Marley
Purple and the orange, you seen, that's
No Eve in my garden, F-R-uh,
All the Gs in my corner, boys so warriors
Believe we deserve leaf in the forest
Kis and quarters around my headquarters
hoarder, you a mortal, I report 'em
World on my shoulders but it's than a clover
I'm your bitch, baby, hold me tighter than a
System so solar, got white Crayola
Nut like granola all in your bitch
You been in jail, I never been in a Corolla
Then I roll a 'bout as thick as a Samoan
This is sick shit, the sickness is showin'
The sickness is spreadin', the is growin'
The bitches is hoein', the knowin'
The are torn, they fishing for coins
I goin', I get to the boar and
I rip off his horns, six in the
Then I just and forget to mourn
And give to the star, 6, the reward