Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

I'd like for you to take time
And remember you was
The first time you Dedication
If I asked you how many times listened to D2
Could you me?
Dedication 3 was the mixtape you heard
When we had a president
D4 and 5, we got back to
Y'all done copied the
Y'all done the artwork
Tried to emulate my
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 bitch layin' next to me and bae
Eazy like NWA, they make me feel
Feeling Tony, "Grrreat!", feeling all on me, TSA
She got Dollars, Nut, and Alcohol all her T&A
She snort all KKK and this broad need AAA
Let's some NBA, y'all lil boys NCAA
Yeah we got A-M-M-O, but you'll get like MMA
I got Dracos, Ninos, Automatics; my DNA
You'll get 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, this weed, it's 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 don't get woozy, I get the
My bitch like Chiney, Erykah Badu with the fade
Capital-WNBA, I teach her how to save
I been sleepin' my AK, with my finger around her waist
I dreamin' I caught a body —
That's some sweet dreams, who want a
Give the American dream to a bitch that ain't even the USA
That's the land of the Free, it's the 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 'N' Associates, call that my DNA
All these diamonds, all gold 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 your trap, (Blap!) — Now be On My Way
I got plugs I ain't got to pay, I got 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 wear a
Queens want to be embraced, want to be an Ace
I remember Ace of Spades, I remember the is Grey
Now it's Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly
Six shit, (blrrrp)

DJ Drama & (Lil Wayne)]

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

[Verse 2: Lil
I already got the
I already got the
All like Uganda
Hair back like E. Honda,
Hardhat a condom
Your skull crack, we crowned you
Shark bite to a
Bar fight to a bouncer,
All like Sinatra
Face been painted, they never clowned him
Everybody cash like it's autumn
Y'all boys than Whatchamacallit
All y'all take a on this toilet
ain't shit, but y'all piss-poor, and
Sittin' in the foreign I'm on a Harley
Keep away with the garlic
in a mansion, I'm Macaulay Culkin
Thought about coffin and started barfin'
Thought about orphans, how they probably starvin'
Thought about this artful shit, how I'm so
Walkin' on the marble, feelin' like
Walkin' like the campus of Harvard
Shoutout my Swizz, niggas gettin' smarter
Try to hit the books, and hit the target
Sittin' on the charter, talkin' the targets
Waitin' on departure, on a sculpture
Make sure my vultures an extra cartridge
And make sure my Barbies an extra Barbie
My dick is her electric chair, feel the
And her pussy better like a orchid
Wetter than a wishin' well, need a
Damn, I wish I was a lil bit
Damn, I I drank a lil more water
Damn, my stank a lil more harder
Damn, I pull up with a redbone,
a yellowbone car
That smoke green, that's
Purple and the orange, you seen, horror
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 it's lighter a clover
I'm your bitch, baby, hold me tighter a stroller
System so solar, got white Crayola
Nut like all in your bitch rollers
You never in jail, I never been in a Corolla
I roll a blunt 'bout as thick as a Samoan
This is that sick shit, the is showin'
The sickness is spreadin', the disease is
The bitches is hoein', the knowin'
The dollars are torn, they for coins
I goin', I get to the boar and
I rip off his horns, six in the
Then I just and forget to mourn
And to the star, it's 6, the reward