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
you tell me?
Dedication 3 was the first mixtape you
When we had a black
D4 and 5, we got to business
done copied the rhymes
Y'all done the artwork
to emulate 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 your layin' next to me and bae
Eazy like NWA, they me feel A-OK
Feeling like Tony, "Grrreat!", all on me, TSA
She got Dollars, Nut, and Alcohol all her T&A
She all this KKK and this broad need AAA
enjoy some NBA, y'all lil boys NCAA
Yeah we got A-M-M-O, but you'll get beat 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, it's
I doobies, don't smoke J's
Don't movies, don't go to plays
I watch cuties, porn, and play, I got on the way
I don't be choosey, I don't be
I get woozy, I get the waist
My bitch ballin' like Chiney, Erykah Badu with the
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 from 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
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 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 blood in my
Hit the court, shoot the DA, beef like USDA
OMW to trap, (Blap!) — Now I'll be On My Way
I got plugs I got to pay, I got shit I ain't got to say
I got way out of state, I ain't got no more 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 the Goose is Grey
Now it's Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly
Six shit, (blrrrp)

DJ Drama & (Lil Wayne)]

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

2: Lil Wayne]
I already got the
I got the Fanta
All black Uganda
back like E. Honda, wait
Hardhat like a
skull crack, then we crowned you
Shark bite to a
Bar fight to a bouncer,
All Franks like
Face been painted, they ain't clowned him
Everybody cash like it's autumn
boys sweeter than Whatchamacallit
All y'all take a seat on this
Y'all 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 your coffin and started
about your orphans, how they probably starvin'
Thought about artful shit, how I'm so thoughtful
Walkin' on the marble, feelin' like
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, talkin' the targets
Waitin' on departure, on a sculpture
Make my vultures keep an extra cartridge
And make sure my Barbies keep an extra
My is her electric chair, feel the voltage
And her pussy better smell like a
Wetter than a wishin' well, a quarter
Damn, I I was a lil bit taller
Damn, I I drank a lil more water
Damn, my weed stank a lil harder
Damn, I up with a redbone, scarlet
With a car
That 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 deserve 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 tighter than a
System so solar, got white Crayola
Nut granola all in your bitch rollers
You never been in jail, I never been in a
Then I roll a blunt 'bout as as a Samoan
is that sick shit, the sickness is showin'
The sickness is spreadin', the is growin'
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 yawn and to mourn
And give to the star, 6, the reward