Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

I'd like for you to this time
And remember you was
The first time you heard
If I asked you how many times you've to D2
Could you me?
Dedication 3 was the mixtape you heard
When we had a black
D4 and 5, we got to business
Y'all done the rhymes
Y'all done 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 NWA, they 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 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 Sugar Ray, TKO, O-H-H
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 weed, it's laced
I doobies, don't smoke J's
Don't watch movies, go to plays
I cuties, porn, and play, I got Uzis 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 the fade
Capital-WNBA, I just her how to save
I been with my AK, with my finger around her waist
I been dreamin' I caught a —
That's sweet dreams, who want a taste?
Give the American dream to a bitch that even from the USA
That's the land of the Free, it's the of AJ
Got a whole brick of some yay, I put one on the plate
She's gon' take it to the face, "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 down in the A
I got everywhere you lay
But no blood in my filet
Hit the court, the DA, treat beef like USDA
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 space
Sippin' 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 that Tunechi birthed
To the and daughters of Weezy
Y'all niggas still watching a at work
(I got...)
D6

[Verse 2: Lil
I already got the
I got the Fanta
All like Uganda
Hair back like E. Honda,
like a condom
Your skull crack, then we you
Shark to a flounder
Bar fight to a bouncer,
All Franks Sinatra
been painted, they ain't never clowned him
Everybody rakin' like it's autumn
boys sweeter than Whatchamacallit
All y'all a seat on this toilet
Y'all shit, but y'all piss-poor, and
in the foreign like I'm on a Harley
Keep bloodsuckers away with the
Alone in a mansion, I'm Culkin
Thought about your and started barfin'
about your orphans, how they probably starvin'
Thought about this shit, how I'm so thoughtful
Walkin' on the marble, like Ricardo
Walkin' like the campus of Harvard
my nigga Swizz, niggas gettin' smarter
Try to hit the books, and hit the target
Sittin' on the charter, talkin' the targets
on departure, waiting on a sculpture
Make sure my vultures an extra cartridge
And make my Barbies keep an extra Barbie
My is her electric chair, feel the voltage
And her pussy better smell 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 stank a lil more harder
Damn, I pull up a redbone, scarlet
a yellowbone car
That smoke green, 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 every leaf in the forest
Kis and quarters around my headquarters
hoarder, you a mortal, I report 'em
World on my but it's lighter than a clover
I'm your bitch, baby, hold me than a stroller
System so solar, got white like
Nut granola all in your bitch rollers
You never in jail, I never been in a Corolla
I roll a blunt 'bout as thick as a Samoan
This is that shit, the sickness is showin'
The sickness is spreadin', the is growin'
The is hoein', the witnesses knowin'
The dollars are torn, fishing 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