Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

I'd like for you to take this
And where you was
The first you heard Dedication
If I asked you how times you've listened to D2
you tell me?
Dedication 3 was the first mixtape you
we had a black president
D4 and 5, we got back to
done copied the rhymes
Y'all done the artwork
Tried to emulate my
Weezy and Dram'— we are the Blueprint
Hahaha! You
A

[Verse 1:
I got Doja, Narcotics, and that's DNA
Got a Dyke-ho, Nympho, And your bitch 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 all over her T&A
She snort all this KKK and this 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, Automatics; my DNA
You'll get beat like Sugar Ray, TKO,
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, this weed, it's 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 be choosey, I don't be safe
I don't get woozy, I get the
My bitch ballin' like Chiney, Erykah Badu with the
Capital-WNBA, I just teach her how to
I been sleepin' with my AK, with my around her waist
I been I caught a body —
That's some sweet dreams, who a taste?
Give the American dream to a bitch that ain't even the USA
That's the land of the Free, it's the of AJ
Got a brick of some 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, call my DNA
All these diamonds, all this gold and shit, call PB&J
I got in LA, I got Bloods down in the A
I got everywhere you lay
But no blood in my filet
Hit the court, shoot the DA, 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 pocket space
Sippin' slo-mo at my pace, lean I wear a brace
want 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 that Tunechi
To the sons and of Weezy
Y'all niggas still watching a master at
(I got...)
D6

[Verse 2: Lil
I already got the
I already got the
All like Uganda
back like E. Honda, wait
Hardhat a condom
skull crack, then we crowned you
Shark to a flounder
Bar fight to a bouncer,
All Franks Sinatra
been painted, they ain't never clowned him
Everybody rakin' cash it's autumn
boys sweeter than Whatchamacallit
All take 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 the garlic
Alone in a mansion, I'm Culkin
Thought about your coffin and barfin'
about your orphans, how they probably starvin'
Thought about artful shit, how I'm so thoughtful
Walkin' on the marble, feelin' Ricardo
'round like the campus of Harvard
Shoutout my nigga Swizz, niggas smarter
Try to hit the books, and nigga hit the
Sittin' on the charter, talkin' the targets
Waitin' on departure, on a sculpture
Make sure my vultures keep an extra
And make my Barbies keep an extra Barbie
My dick is her chair, feel the voltage
And her pussy smell like a orchid
Wetter than a well, need a quarter
Damn, I I was a lil bit taller
Damn, I wish I drank a lil more
Damn, my weed stank a lil harder
Damn, I up with a redbone, scarlet
a yellowbone 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
hoarder, you a mortal, I report 'em
World on my shoulders but it's than a clover
I'm your bitch, baby, hold me tighter a stroller
System so solar, got like Crayola
Nut like all in your bitch rollers
You never been in jail, I never been in a
Then I roll a '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, fishing for coins
I continue goin', I get to the and
I rip off his horns, six in the
I just yawn and forget to mourn
And to the star, it's 6, the reward