Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

I'd like for you to this time
And where you was
The first time you Dedication
If I asked you how many times listened to D2
Could you me?
Dedication 3 was the first mixtape you
When we had a president
D4 and 5, we got to business
Y'all copied the rhymes
Y'all stole the artwork
Tried to emulate my
and Dram'— we are the Mixtape Blueprint
Hahaha! You
A

1: Wayne]
I got Doja, Narcotics, and Actavis; DNA
Got a Dyke-ho, Nympho, And your layin' 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
enjoy some NBA, y'all lil boys NCAA
Yeah we got A-M-M-O, but get beat 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 whole Xanies
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 movies, don't go to plays
I watch cuties, porn, and play, I got on the way
I don't be choosey, I be safe
I get woozy, I get the waist
My bitch ballin' like Chiney, Erykah with the fade
Capital-WNBA, I just teach her how to
I been sleepin' with my AK, with my finger around her
I been dreamin' I caught a —
That's some dreams, who want a taste?
Give the American dream to a bitch ain't even from the USA
That's the of the Free, it's the home of AJ
Got a whole brick of some yay, I put one on the plate
She's take it to the face, like "Thin line between love and hate"
I got 'N' Associates, call that my DNA
All these diamonds, all this gold and shit, call that
I got Bloods in LA, I got down in the A
I got everywhere 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 got no more pocket space
Sippin' slo-mo at my pace, lean like I wear a
want to be embraced, Kings 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 culture Tunechi birthed
To the and daughters of Weezy
Y'all still watching a master at work
(I got...)
D6

[Verse 2: Lil
I got the Ganja
I got the Fanta
All black Uganda
Hair back E. Honda, wait
like a condom
Your skull crack, we crowned you
Shark bite to a
Bar to a bouncer, wait
All Franks like
Face been painted, they ain't never him
Everybody rakin' cash it's autumn
Y'all sweeter than Whatchamacallit
All y'all a seat on this toilet
Y'all shit, but y'all piss-poor, and
Sittin' in the foreign I'm on a Harley
Keep away with the garlic
Alone in a mansion, I'm Macaulay
Thought about your coffin and started
Thought about orphans, how they probably starvin'
Thought this artful shit, how I'm so thoughtful
on the marble, feelin' like Ricardo
Walkin' 'round like the campus of
Shoutout my nigga Swizz, gettin' smarter
Try to hit the books, and nigga hit the
on the charter, talkin' 'bout the targets
Waitin' on departure, waiting on a
Make sure my keep an extra cartridge
And make sure my keep an extra Barbie
My dick is her electric chair, the voltage
And her pussy smell like a orchid
Wetter a wishin' well, need a quarter
Damn, I wish I was a lil bit
Damn, I I drank a lil more water
Damn, my weed a lil more harder
Damn, I up with a redbone, scarlet
With a car
That green, that's Marley
and the orange, you seen, that's horror
No Eve in my garden, F-R-uh,
All the Gs in my corner, them 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 shoulders but it's than a clover
I'm your bitch, baby, hold me tighter than a
System so solar, got like Crayola
Nut like granola all in your rollers
You never been in jail, I been in a Corolla
Then I a blunt 'bout as thick as a Samoan
is that sick shit, the sickness is showin'
The sickness is spreadin', the is growin'
The is hoein', the witnesses knowin'
The dollars are torn, they fishing for
I goin', I get to the boar and
I rip off his horns, six in the
Then I yawn and forget to mourn
And give to the star, 6, the reward