Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

I'd like for you to take time
And where you was
The first you heard Dedication
If I asked you how many 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 to business
Y'all done copied the
Y'all done stole the
Tried to emulate my
Weezy and we are the Mixtape Blueprint
Hahaha! You
A

[Verse 1:
I got Doja, Narcotics, and that's DNA
Got a Dyke-ho, Nympho, And bitch layin' next to me and bae
like NWA, they make me feel A-OK
Feeling Tony, "Grrreat!", feeling all on me, TSA
She got Dollars, Nut, and Alcohol all her T&A
She all this KKK and this broad need AAA
enjoy 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 beat like Ray, TKO, O-H-H
I smoke O's, I sip Ace, I pop whole straight
I got P's, I got weight, I got kis, I got
I got moon-rock, molly, ecstasy, inside this weed, 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 don't be
I don't get woozy, I get the
My bitch ballin' Chiney, Erykah Badu with the fade
Capital-WNBA, I teach her how to save
I been sleepin' with my AK, with my finger around her
I dreamin' I caught a body —
some sweet dreams, who want a taste?
Give the American dream to a bitch that ain't even the USA
That's the land of the Free, the home of AJ
Got a whole of some yay, I put one line on the plate
She's gon' take it to the face, like "Thin between love and hate"
I got Dealers 'N' Associates, call my DNA
All these diamonds, all this gold and shit, call that
I got in LA, I got Bloods down in the A
I got everywhere you lay
But no blood in my filet
Hit the court, shoot the DA, treat beef like
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
Sippin' slo-mo at my pace, lean like I a brace
want to be embraced, Kings want to be an Ace
I remember Ace of Spades, I the Goose is Grey
Now it's by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly away
Six shit, (blrrrp)

DJ Drama & (Lil Wayne)]

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

[Verse 2: Lil
I got the Ganja
I got the Fanta
All like Uganda
Hair like E. Honda, wait
like a condom
Your crack, then we crowned you
Shark to a flounder
Bar to a bouncer, wait
All Franks Sinatra
Face been painted, they ain't never him
Everybody rakin' like it's autumn
Y'all boys sweeter Whatchamacallit
All y'all take a seat on toilet
ain't shit, but y'all piss-poor, and
Sittin' in the like I'm on a Harley
Keep away with the garlic
in a mansion, I'm Macaulay Culkin
Thought about your and started barfin'
Thought your orphans, how they probably starvin'
Thought about this shit, how I'm so thoughtful
Walkin' on the marble, feelin' Ricardo
Walkin' 'round like the of Harvard
Shoutout my nigga Swizz, niggas smarter
Try to hit the books, and hit the target
Sittin' on the charter, talkin' the targets
Waitin' on departure, waiting on a
Make sure my keep an extra cartridge
And make sure my Barbies keep an Barbie
My dick is her electric chair, feel the
And her pussy smell 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 a lil more harder
Damn, I pull up a redbone, scarlet
With a car
That smoke green, 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
we deserve 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
so solar, got white like Crayola
Nut like granola all in your bitch
You never been in jail, I been in a Corolla
Then I a blunt 'bout as thick as a Samoan
This is that sick shit, the sickness is
The sickness is spreadin', the disease is
The bitches is hoein', the knowin'
The dollars are torn, they for coins
I continue goin', I get to the and
I rip off his horns, six in the
Then I just yawn and to mourn
And to the star, it's 6, the reward