Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Out

We here, I said we
The of Tha Carter
The back of Tha II
Yeah, here is the end of Tha Carter II, people
Hey,

I got the game on ball and
I the key in the train, I'm like the key in the truck
I spent a G on frames, though my vision is priceless
Seeing through you niggaz a fuckin' psychic

Hearin' through the grapevine, niggaz wanna mine
Say my and die in the daytime
You my drift, man you better be Peyton
Boy, the heat's on, make a peace bond

I'm in this bitch, throwin' up the sign
frowns, no daps, strapped three times
A Tec-11, AK 47, one Beretta, ready for
Tell them pussy come together

Heavy wetter, super soaker wetter, nigga
Six feet under flowers, you ain't nothin' but a nigga
I'm a little nigga, tryin' to be a civil nigga
Thirty years old, shit that'll be a different

Quit it, Wayne, mom is listenin'
But she ain't really 'cause the pots is piston
Them niggaz trippin', until the shots
Hear them bullets sizzle, like a cobra at

I gotta bitch and quit callin women
As long as she don't worry 'bout the in the kitchen
No preventin' the crime, I get it
I'm admitted to the game, true playa, no

There you go on a way a nigga thinkin'
Only history I is Benjamin Franklin
Is this the future and is to no one
I live everyday like is the sure one

in the tidal wave, this is the ocean
Stand in the heat, till the mother fuckin'' snow
And it so fuckin' good
Throw my like a rope, let them tug and pull

No hope for the hopeless, and roaches
Runnin' cross the porch, in the attic there's a
and get it, automatics in motion
We bangin' for the bread nigga, the molded

I got my loaf, I got my
Chaperone of the south, I got my
Yeah and I die I'm da, da, da, da da
Da best alive