Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

I'd like for you to take this
And where you was
The time you heard Dedication
If I asked you how times you've listened to D2
Could you me?
Dedication 3 was the first you heard
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
Weezy and Dram'— we are the 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 like NWA, they me feel A-OK
like Tony, "Grrreat!", feeling all on me, TSA
She got Dollars, Nut, and Alcohol all her T&A
She snort all this KKK and this broad AAA
Let's some NBA, y'all lil boys NCAA
Yeah we got A-M-M-O, but you'll get like MMA
I got Dracos, Ninos, that's my DNA
You'll get like Sugar Ray, TKO, O-H-H
I O's, I sip Ace, I pop whole 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 doobies, don't smoke J's
watch movies, don't go to plays
I cuties, porn, and play, I got Uzis on the way
I don't be choosey, I don't be
I get woozy, I get the waist
My bitch ballin' like Chiney, Badu with the fade
Capital-WNBA, I teach her how to save
I been sleepin' with my AK, with my around her waist
I been dreamin' I a body —
That's some sweet dreams, who want a
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 whole brick of yay, I put one line on the plate
She's gon' take it to the face, like "Thin between love and hate"
I got 'N' Associates, call that my DNA
All these diamonds, all this and shit, call that PB&J
I got in LA, I got Bloods down in the A
I got Bloods you lay
But no blood in my filet
Hit the court, shoot the DA, beef like USDA
OMW to trap, (Blap!) — Now I'll 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 pocket space
slo-mo at my pace, lean like I wear a brace
Queens want to be embraced, want to be an Ace
I remember Ace of Spades, I remember the is Grey
Now Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly away
Six shit, (blrrrp)

DJ Drama & (Lil Wayne)]

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

2: Lil Wayne]
I got the Ganja
I already got the
All like Uganda
Hair back like E. Honda,
Hardhat like a
Your crack, then we crowned you
Shark bite to a
Bar fight to a bouncer,
All Franks Sinatra
Face been painted, they ain't clowned him
Everybody rakin' cash like it's
Y'all sweeter than Whatchamacallit
All y'all a seat on this toilet
ain't shit, but y'all piss-poor, and
Sittin' in the foreign I'm on a Harley
Keep away with the garlic
Alone in a mansion, I'm Macaulay
Thought about your coffin and started
Thought about orphans, how they probably starvin'
Thought about this shit, how I'm so thoughtful
Walkin' on the marble, feelin' Ricardo
Walkin' like the campus of Harvard
Shoutout my Swizz, niggas gettin' smarter
Try to hit the books, and nigga hit the
Sittin' on the charter, talkin' the targets
Waitin' on departure, waiting on a
Make sure my vultures an extra cartridge
And sure my Barbies keep an extra Barbie
My dick is her electric chair, the voltage
And her better 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 more
Damn, my weed a lil more harder
Damn, I pull up a redbone, scarlet
a yellowbone car
That smoke green, Marley
and the orange, you seen, that's horror
No Eve in my garden, F-R-uh,
All the Gs in my corner, them boys so
Believe we deserve every in the forest
Kis and quarters layin' around my
Borderline hoarder, you a mortal, I 'em
World on my shoulders but it's lighter a clover
I'm your bitch, baby, hold me tighter than a
System so solar, got white like
Nut like granola all in your bitch
You never in jail, I never been in a Corolla
Then I roll a blunt as thick as a Samoan
This is that shit, the sickness is showin'
The sickness is spreadin', the is growin'
The is hoein', the witnesses knowin'
The dollars are torn, they for coins
I goin', I get to the boar and
I rip off his horns, six in the
Then I just yawn and to mourn
And give to the star, it's 6, the