Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

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

[Verse 1:
I got Doja, Narcotics, and that's 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 all over her T&A
She snort all this KKK and this broad AAA
Let's some NBA, y'all lil boys NCAA
Yeah we got A-M-M-O, but get beat like MMA
I got Dracos, Ninos, that's my DNA
You'll get beat Sugar 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
Don't watch movies, don't go to
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' Chiney, Erykah Badu with the fade
Capital-WNBA, I just her how to save
I been sleepin' with my AK, my finger around her waist
I dreamin' I caught a body —
That's some 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, it's the of AJ
Got a brick of some yay, I put one line on the plate
She's 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, call that
I got Bloods in LA, I got Bloods in the A
I got Bloods you lay
But no blood in my filet
Hit the court, shoot the DA, treat like USDA
OMW to trap, (Blap!) — Now I'll 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 more pocket
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 remember the Goose is
Now it's by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly away
Six shit, (blrrrp)

DJ Drama & (Lil Wayne)]

To the culture that birthed
To the sons and of Weezy
Y'all still watching a master at work
(I got...)
D6

2: Lil Wayne]
I got the Ganja
I already got the
All like Uganda
back like E. Honda, wait
Hardhat a condom
Your skull crack, we crowned you
Shark to a flounder
Bar fight to a bouncer,
All like Sinatra
Face been painted, they ain't never him
Everybody rakin' cash like it's
Y'all boys sweeter than
All y'all a seat on this toilet
ain't shit, but y'all piss-poor, and
Sittin' in the like I'm on a Harley
bloodsuckers away with the garlic
Alone in a mansion, I'm Culkin
Thought about your coffin and started
Thought about your orphans, how they starvin'
Thought about artful shit, how I'm so thoughtful
Walkin' on the marble, like Ricardo
Walkin' 'round the campus of Harvard
Shoutout my nigga Swizz, niggas smarter
Try to hit the books, and hit the target
Sittin' on the charter, 'bout the targets
Waitin' on departure, on a sculpture
sure my vultures keep an extra cartridge
And sure my Barbies keep an extra Barbie
My dick is her electric chair, feel the
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 a lil more water
Damn, my weed stank a lil more
Damn, I up with a redbone, scarlet
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, boys so warriors
Believe we deserve every in the forest
Kis and layin' around my headquarters
Borderline hoarder, you a mortal, I 'em
World on my but it's lighter than a clover
I'm your bitch, baby, hold me tighter than a
System so solar, got like Crayola
Nut like granola all in bitch rollers
You never in jail, I never been in a Corolla
Then I roll a 'bout as thick as a Samoan
is that sick shit, the sickness is showin'
The sickness is spreadin', the disease is
The bitches is hoein', the knowin'
The are torn, they fishing for coins
I continue goin', I get to the and
I rip off his horns, six in the
Then I just yawn and to mourn
And to the star, it's 6, the reward