Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

I'd like for you to take this
And remember you was
The first you heard Dedication
If I asked you how many times you've to D2
you tell me?
Dedication 3 was the first you heard
When we had a president
D4 and 5, we got back to
Y'all done the rhymes
done 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
like NWA, they make me feel A-OK
Feeling like Tony, "Grrreat!", all on me, TSA
She got Dollars, Nut, and Alcohol all her T&A
She snort all this KKK and this broad AAA
Let's enjoy some NBA, lil boys NCAA
we got A-M-M-O, but you'll get beat like MMA
I got Dracos, Ninos, Automatics; my DNA
You'll get beat like Sugar Ray, TKO,
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, inside weed, it's laced
I smoke doobies, smoke J's
Don't watch movies, don't go to
I cuties, porn, and play, I got Uzis on the way
I don't be choosey, I be safe
I don't get woozy, I get the
My bitch like Chiney, Erykah Badu with the fade
Capital-WNBA, I just her how to save
I been sleepin' my AK, with 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 from 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, like "Thin line between and hate"
I got Dealers 'N' Associates, call my DNA
All diamonds, all this gold and shit, call that PB&J
I got Bloods in LA, I got down in the A
I got Bloods you lay
But ain't no in my filet
Hit the court, shoot the DA, treat beef 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 way out of state, I ain't got no more pocket space
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 Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly away
Six shit, (blrrrp)

[Break: DJ & (Lil Wayne)]

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

[Verse 2: Lil
I already got the
I got the Fanta
All black Uganda
Hair back like E. Honda,
Hardhat a condom
Your skull crack, then we you
Shark bite to a
Bar fight to a bouncer,
All like Sinatra
Face painted, they ain't never clowned him
Everybody rakin' cash like it's
Y'all sweeter than Whatchamacallit
All y'all take a seat on this
ain't shit, but y'all piss-poor, and
Sittin' in the foreign like I'm on a
bloodsuckers away with the garlic
Alone in a mansion, I'm Macaulay
Thought about coffin and started barfin'
Thought about your orphans, how probably starvin'
Thought about this artful shit, how I'm so
Walkin' on the marble, feelin' Ricardo
Walkin' 'round like the campus of
Shoutout my Swizz, niggas gettin' smarter
Try to hit the books, and hit the target
Sittin' on the charter, talkin' 'bout the
on departure, waiting on a sculpture
Make my vultures keep an extra cartridge
And sure my Barbies keep an extra Barbie
My dick is her chair, feel the voltage
And her pussy smell like a orchid
Wetter than a wishin' well, need a
Damn, I I was a lil bit taller
Damn, I wish I drank a lil water
Damn, my weed a lil more harder
Damn, I pull up a redbone, scarlet
With a car
That smoke green, 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 every leaf in the forest
Kis and quarters layin' around my
Borderline hoarder, you a mortal, I 'em
World on my shoulders but it's lighter than a
I'm bitch, baby, hold me tighter than a stroller
System so solar, got white like
Nut like all in your bitch rollers
You never in jail, I never been in a Corolla
Then I roll a 'bout as thick as a Samoan
This is that shit, the sickness is showin'
The is spreadin', the disease is growin'
The is hoein', the witnesses knowin'
The dollars are torn, they for coins
I continue goin', I get to the and
I rip off his horns, six in the
Then I yawn and forget to mourn
And give to the star, 6, the reward