Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

I'd like for you to take time
And where you was
The first time you Dedication
If I asked you how many times listened to D2
you tell me?
Dedication 3 was the mixtape you heard
When we had a president
D4 and 5, we got to business
Y'all done copied the
Y'all done stole the
to emulate my shit-talkin'
Weezy and Dram'— we are the Blueprint
Hahaha! You
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[Verse 1:
I got Doja, Narcotics, and Actavis; DNA
Got a Dyke-ho, Nympho, And your bitch next to me and bae
Eazy 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
Let's enjoy some NBA, y'all lil boys
we got A-M-M-O, but you'll get beat like MMA
I got Dracos, Ninos, that's 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, smoke J's
watch movies, don't go to plays
I watch cuties, porn, and play, I got on the way
I be choosey, I don't be safe
I don't get woozy, I get the
My bitch ballin' like Chiney, Erykah Badu 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 a taste?
Give the American dream to a bitch that even from the USA
That's the land of the Free, it's the of AJ
Got a whole of some yay, I put one line on the plate
She's gon' it to the face, like "Thin line between love and hate"
I got Dealers 'N' Associates, that my DNA
All these diamonds, all this gold and shit, that PB&J
I got Bloods in LA, I got Bloods in the A
I got Bloods you lay
But ain't no in my filet
Hit the court, shoot the DA, treat beef like
OMW to trap, (Blap!) — Now I'll be On My Way
I got I ain't got to pay, I got shit I ain't got to say
I got way out of state, I ain't got no more 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 the Goose is Grey
Now it's Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly
Six shit, (blrrrp)

[Break: DJ & (Lil Wayne)]

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

2: Lil Wayne]
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
bite to a flounder
Bar to a bouncer, wait
All like Sinatra
Face been painted, they ain't never him
Everybody rakin' cash like it's
boys sweeter than Whatchamacallit
All take a seat on this toilet
Y'all ain't shit, but piss-poor, and
Sittin' in the like I'm on a Harley
bloodsuckers away with the garlic
Alone in a mansion, I'm Macaulay
Thought about coffin and started barfin'
Thought about your orphans, how they probably
about this artful shit, how I'm so thoughtful
Walkin' on the marble, feelin' like
'round like the campus of Harvard
Shoutout my nigga Swizz, niggas smarter
Try to hit the books, and nigga hit the
Sittin' on the charter, 'bout the targets
on departure, waiting on a sculpture
Make sure my vultures an extra cartridge
And make sure my Barbies keep an Barbie
My is her electric chair, feel the voltage
And her better smell like a orchid
Wetter than a wishin' well, need a
Damn, I wish I was a lil bit
Damn, I wish I drank a lil more
Damn, my weed stank a lil more
Damn, I up with a redbone, scarlet
With a car
That smoke green, that's
Purple and the orange, you seen, that's
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 but it's lighter than a clover
I'm bitch, baby, hold me tighter than a stroller
so solar, got white like Crayola
Nut like all in your bitch rollers
You never been in jail, I never 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 is hoein', the witnesses knowin'
The are torn, they fishing for coins
I goin', I get to the boar and
I rip off his horns, six in the
I just yawn and forget to mourn
And give to the star, it's 6, the