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 times you've listened to D2
Could you me?
Dedication 3 was the first mixtape you
When we had a black
D4 and 5, we got back to
Y'all done the rhymes
Y'all stole the artwork
Tried to my shit-talkin'
Weezy and Dram'— we are the Mixtape
Hahaha! You
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1: Wayne]
I got Doja, Narcotics, and that's DNA
Got a Dyke-ho, Nympho, And bitch layin' next to me and bae
Eazy like NWA, make me feel A-OK
like 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
enjoy some NBA, y'all lil boys NCAA
Yeah we got A-M-M-O, but you'll get like MMA
I got Dracos, Ninos, that's my DNA
You'll get beat like Sugar Ray, TKO,
I smoke O's, I sip Ace, I pop whole straight
I got P's, I got weight, I got kis, I got
I got moon-rock, molly, ecstasy, inside this weed, laced
I doobies, don't smoke J's
Don't watch movies, go to plays
I watch cuties, porn, and play, I got on the way
I don't be choosey, I don't be
I don't get woozy, I get the
My bitch ballin' 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 been 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 of the Free, it's 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, "Thin line between love and hate"
I got 'N' Associates, call 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 Bloods you lay
But ain't no 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 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
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 Goose is
Now it's Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly
Six shit, (blrrrp)

[Break: DJ & (Lil Wayne)]

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

[Verse 2: Lil
I got the Ganja
I got the Fanta
All black Uganda
Hair like E. Honda, wait
like a condom
Your skull crack, then we you
bite to a flounder
Bar fight to a bouncer,
All like Sinatra
Face been painted, ain't never clowned him
Everybody cash like it's autumn
Y'all boys sweeter Whatchamacallit
All y'all take a on this toilet
ain't shit, but y'all piss-poor, and
Sittin' in the foreign like I'm on a
Keep bloodsuckers with the garlic
Alone in a mansion, I'm Culkin
Thought your coffin and started barfin'
Thought your orphans, how they probably starvin'
about this artful shit, how I'm so thoughtful
Walkin' on the marble, like Ricardo
'round like the campus of Harvard
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 keep an extra cartridge
And make sure my keep an extra Barbie
My is her electric chair, feel the voltage
And her pussy smell like a orchid
than a wishin' well, need a quarter
Damn, I wish I was a lil bit
Damn, I wish I drank a lil water
Damn, my weed stank a lil more
Damn, I up with a redbone, scarlet
With a car
That smoke green, Marley
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 deserve leaf in the forest
Kis and quarters around my headquarters
Borderline hoarder, you a mortal, I 'em
on my shoulders but it's lighter than a clover
I'm your bitch, baby, me tighter than a stroller
System so solar, got like Crayola
Nut like all in your bitch rollers
You never in jail, I never been in a Corolla
Then I roll a blunt 'bout as 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 dollars are torn, they 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, it's 6, the