Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

I'd like for you to this time
And remember you was
The time you heard Dedication
If I you how many times you've listened to D2
Could you me?
Dedication 3 was the mixtape you heard
When we had a president
D4 and 5, we got back to
Y'all copied the rhymes
done stole the artwork
Tried to emulate my
Weezy and 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 like NWA, make me feel 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 broad need 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
You'll get beat like 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, this weed, it's laced
I smoke doobies, don't J's
Don't movies, don't go to plays
I watch cuties, porn, and play, I got on the way
I don't be choosey, I be safe
I get woozy, I get the waist
My bitch ballin' like Chiney, Erykah Badu the fade
Capital-WNBA, I just her how to save
I been sleepin' with my AK, with my around her waist
I been dreamin' I caught a —
That's some sweet dreams, who want a
the American dream to a bitch that ain't even from the USA
That's the land of the Free, the home of AJ
Got a brick of some yay, I put one line on the plate
She's gon' take it to the face, "Thin line between love and hate"
I got 'N' Associates, call that my DNA
All diamonds, all this gold and shit, call that PB&J
I got in LA, I got Bloods down in the A
I got Bloods you lay
But ain't no blood in my
Hit the court, shoot the DA, treat like 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, lean I wear a brace
Queens want to be embraced, want to be an Ace
I remember Ace of Spades, I remember the Goose is
Now Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly away
Six shit, (blrrrp)

DJ Drama & (Lil Wayne)]

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

2: Lil Wayne]
I got the Ganja
I already got the
All like Uganda
back like E. Honda, wait
Hardhat a condom
Your skull crack, we crowned you
Shark to a flounder
Bar to a bouncer, wait
All like Sinatra
Face been painted, ain't never clowned him
rakin' cash like it's autumn
Y'all sweeter than Whatchamacallit
All y'all take a seat on this
ain't shit, but y'all piss-poor, and
Sittin' in the foreign I'm on a Harley
Keep bloodsuckers with the garlic
Alone in a mansion, I'm Macaulay
Thought about your coffin and barfin'
Thought about orphans, how they probably starvin'
Thought about this artful shit, how I'm so
Walkin' on the marble, feelin' Ricardo
Walkin' 'round the campus of Harvard
Shoutout my nigga Swizz, niggas gettin'
Try to hit the books, and hit the target
Sittin' on the charter, talkin' 'bout the
on departure, waiting on a sculpture
Make sure my keep an extra cartridge
And make sure my 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 wish I was a lil bit
Damn, I wish I drank a lil water
Damn, my weed a lil more harder
Damn, I up with a redbone, scarlet
With a car
That green, that's Marley
and the orange, you seen, that's 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
Borderline hoarder, you a mortal, I 'em
World on my but it's lighter than a clover
I'm your bitch, baby, hold me than a stroller
System so solar, got like Crayola
Nut like granola all in your rollers
You never been in jail, I never in a Corolla
Then I roll a blunt 'bout as thick as a
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 continue goin', I get to the and
I rip off his horns, six in the
Then I just and forget to mourn
And to the star, it's 6, the reward