Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

I'd like for you to take this
And remember you was
The first time you heard
If I asked you how times you've listened to D2
Could you me?
Dedication 3 was the first mixtape you
When we had a president
D4 and 5, we got back to
Y'all done the rhymes
Y'all done stole the
Tried to my shit-talkin'
Weezy and Dram'— we are the Mixtape
Hahaha! You
A

1: Wayne]
I got Doja, Narcotics, and Actavis; 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 all over her T&A
She snort all this KKK and this broad AAA
Let's enjoy NBA, y'all lil boys NCAA
we got A-M-M-O, but you'll get beat like MMA
I got Dracos, Ninos, Automatics; my DNA
get beat 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, inside this weed, it's
I smoke doobies, smoke J's
Don't watch movies, don't go to
I watch cuties, porn, and play, I got on the way
I don't be choosey, I don't be
I get woozy, I get the waist
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 her waist
I been I caught a body —
That's some sweet dreams, who want a
Give the American to a bitch that ain't even from the USA
That's the land of the Free, it's the of AJ
Got a whole brick of yay, I put one line on the plate
She's gon' take it to the face, like "Thin line between and hate"
I got Dealers 'N' Associates, that 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 everywhere you lay
But ain't no blood in my
Hit the court, shoot the DA, beef like 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 pocket 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, fuck you, fly
Six shit, (blrrrp)

DJ Drama & (Lil Wayne)]

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

[Verse 2: Lil
I already got the
I already got the
All black like
Hair back like E. Honda,
Hardhat a condom
Your skull crack, we crowned you
Shark to a flounder
Bar to a bouncer, wait
All Franks like
Face been painted, they ain't clowned him
Everybody rakin' cash like autumn
Y'all sweeter than Whatchamacallit
All y'all a seat on this toilet
Y'all shit, but y'all piss-poor, and
in the foreign like I'm on a Harley
Keep bloodsuckers away the garlic
Alone in a mansion, I'm Macaulay
Thought about coffin and started barfin'
Thought about orphans, how they probably starvin'
about this artful shit, how I'm so thoughtful
Walkin' on the marble, like Ricardo
Walkin' like the campus of Harvard
Shoutout my nigga Swizz, gettin' smarter
Try to hit the books, and nigga hit the
on the charter, talkin' 'bout the targets
Waitin' on departure, on a sculpture
Make sure my keep an extra cartridge
And sure my Barbies 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 I was a lil bit taller
Damn, I I drank a lil more water
Damn, my weed stank a lil more
Damn, I pull up with a redbone,
a yellowbone car
That smoke green, that's
Purple and the orange, you seen, horror
No Eve in my garden, F-R-uh,
All the Gs in my corner, them so warriors
Believe we deserve every leaf in the
Kis and quarters around my headquarters
hoarder, you a mortal, I report 'em
World on my shoulders but lighter than a clover
I'm your bitch, baby, hold me than a stroller
System so solar, got white Crayola
Nut like granola all in bitch rollers
You been in jail, I never been in a Corolla
Then I roll a blunt as thick as a Samoan
is that sick shit, the sickness is showin'
The is spreadin', the disease is growin'
The bitches is hoein', the knowin'
The dollars are torn, they fishing for
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