Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

I'd for you to take this time
And remember you was
The first time you heard
If I asked you how many times you've to D2
you tell me?
Dedication 3 was the mixtape you heard
we had a black president
D4 and 5, we got back to
Y'all done the rhymes
Y'all done the artwork
Tried to emulate my
Weezy and Dram'— we are the Blueprint
Hahaha! You
A

1: Wayne]
I got Doja, Narcotics, and Actavis; DNA
Got a Dyke-ho, Nympho, And your bitch 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 this broad AAA
Let's enjoy some NBA, y'all lil boys
Yeah we got A-M-M-O, but you'll get beat MMA
I got Dracos, Ninos, that's my DNA
You'll get like Sugar Ray, TKO, O-H-H
I smoke O's, I sip Ace, I pop whole Xanies
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 watch movies, don't go to
I cuties, porn, and play, I got Uzis on the way
I be choosey, I don't be safe
I get woozy, I get the waist
My bitch like Chiney, Erykah Badu with the fade
Capital-WNBA, I teach her how to save
I sleepin' with my AK, with my finger around her waist
I been I caught a body —
That's sweet dreams, who want a taste?
Give the American dream to a 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, like "Thin line between and hate"
I got Dealers 'N' Associates, call my DNA
All these diamonds, all this and shit, call that PB&J
I got Bloods in LA, I got Bloods in the A
I got everywhere you lay
But ain't no 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 I ain't got to pay, I got shit I ain't got to say
I got cribs way out of state, I ain't got no more pocket
Sippin' slo-mo at my pace, like I wear 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 Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly
Six shit, (blrrrp)

DJ Drama & (Lil Wayne)]

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

[Verse 2: Lil
I got the Ganja
I already got the
All like Uganda
back like E. Honda, wait
Hardhat a condom
Your crack, then we crowned you
bite to a flounder
Bar to a bouncer, wait
All like Sinatra
Face been painted, they never clowned him
rakin' cash like it's autumn
Y'all boys than Whatchamacallit
All take a seat on this toilet
Y'all shit, but y'all piss-poor, and
in the foreign like I'm on a Harley
Keep bloodsuckers away with the
Alone in a mansion, I'm Macaulay
about your coffin and started barfin'
Thought about your orphans, how they probably
Thought about this artful shit, how I'm so
Walkin' on the marble, feelin' like
Walkin' 'round the campus of Harvard
my nigga Swizz, niggas gettin' smarter
Try to hit the books, and nigga hit the
Sittin' on the charter, talkin' the targets
Waitin' on departure, on a sculpture
Make sure my keep an extra cartridge
And make my Barbies keep an extra Barbie
My is her electric chair, feel the voltage
And her pussy better smell a orchid
Wetter than a wishin' well, need a
Damn, I I was a lil bit taller
Damn, I wish I a lil more water
Damn, my weed a lil more harder
Damn, I up with a redbone, scarlet
a yellowbone car
That smoke green, Marley
Purple and the orange, you seen, that's
No Eve in my garden, F-R-uh,
All the Gs in my corner, them boys so
Believe we every leaf in the forest
Kis and layin' around my headquarters
hoarder, you a mortal, I report 'em
World on my shoulders but lighter than a clover
I'm your bitch, baby, me tighter than a stroller
System so solar, got white Crayola
Nut like granola all in your rollers
You never been in jail, I never been in a
Then I roll a 'bout as thick as a Samoan
This is sick shit, the sickness is showin'
The is spreadin', the disease is growin'
The bitches is hoein', the knowin'
The are torn, they fishing for coins
I goin', I get to the boar and
I rip off his horns, six in the
Then I yawn and forget to mourn
And give to the star, 6, the reward