Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

I'd like for you to take time
And where you was
The first time you heard
If I asked you how many times listened to D2
Could you me?
3 was the first mixtape you heard
When we had a black
D4 and 5, we got back to
done copied the rhymes
Y'all stole the artwork
Tried to emulate my
and Dram'— 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 your bitch next to me and bae
Eazy like NWA, they make me feel
like 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 some NBA, lil boys NCAA
Yeah we got A-M-M-O, but you'll get like MMA
I got Dracos, Ninos, Automatics; my DNA
get beat like Sugar Ray, TKO, O-H-H
I smoke O's, I sip Ace, I pop Xanies 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 watch movies, go to plays
I cuties, porn, and play, I got Uzis 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 just her how to save
I been sleepin' my AK, with my finger around her waist
I been 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 brick of yay, I put one line on the plate
gon' take 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 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 ain't got to pay, I got shit I 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 to be embraced, Kings want to be an Ace
I remember Ace of Spades, I remember the is Grey
Now Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly away
Six shit, (blrrrp)

[Break: DJ & (Lil Wayne)]

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

2: Lil Wayne]
I already got the
I got the Fanta
All black like
Hair back E. Honda, wait
Hardhat like a
Your skull crack, we crowned you
Shark bite to a
Bar fight to a bouncer,
All Franks like
Face been painted, they ain't never him
Everybody cash like it's autumn
Y'all boys sweeter than
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 coffin and barfin'
Thought about orphans, how they probably starvin'
Thought about this shit, how I'm so thoughtful
Walkin' on the marble, feelin' like
Walkin' 'round like the campus of
Shoutout my nigga Swizz, niggas gettin'
Try to hit the books, and hit the target
Sittin' on the charter, 'bout the targets
on departure, waiting on a sculpture
Make sure my vultures an extra cartridge
And sure my Barbies keep an extra Barbie
My dick is her chair, feel the voltage
And her pussy better smell a orchid
Wetter a wishin' well, need a quarter
Damn, I I was a lil bit taller
Damn, I wish I drank a lil water
Damn, my weed a lil more harder
Damn, I pull up a redbone, scarlet
With a car
smoke green, that's Marley
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 every leaf in the forest
Kis and quarters layin' my headquarters
Borderline hoarder, you a mortal, I 'em
on my shoulders 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 bitch rollers
You never been in jail, I never in a Corolla
I roll a blunt 'bout as thick as a Samoan
This is that shit, the sickness is showin'
The sickness is spreadin', the disease is
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, 6, the reward