Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Away

[Intro: DJ

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

[Verse 1:
I got Doja, Narcotics, and that's DNA
Got a Dyke-ho, Nympho, And your layin' next to me and bae
like NWA, they make me feel A-OK
Feeling Tony, "Grrreat!", feeling all on me, TSA
She got Dollars, Nut, and all over her T&A
She all this KKK and this broad need AAA
Let's some NBA, y'all lil boys NCAA
we got A-M-M-O, but you'll get beat like MMA
I got Dracos, Ninos, that's my DNA
You'll get like Sugar Ray, TKO, O-H-H
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, 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 don't be choosey, I don't be
I don't get woozy, I get the
My bitch ballin' like Chiney, Badu with the fade
Capital-WNBA, I teach her how to save
I been sleepin' with my AK, with my around her waist
I dreamin' I caught a body —
That's some dreams, who want a taste?
the American dream to a bitch that ain't even from the USA
That's the land of the Free, it's the of AJ
Got a whole of some yay, I put one line on the plate
She's gon' take it to the face, like "Thin between love and hate"
I got 'N' Associates, call that my DNA
All these diamonds, all gold and shit, call that PB&J
I got Bloods in LA, I got down in the A
I got everywhere you lay
But ain't no blood in my
Hit the court, shoot the DA, treat beef like
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 cribs way out of state, I ain't got no more space
Sippin' slo-mo at my pace, lean I wear a brace
Queens to be embraced, Kings want to be an Ace
I remember Ace of Spades, I the Goose is Grey
Now Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly away
Six shit, (blrrrp)

DJ Drama & (Lil Wayne)]

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

[Verse 2: Lil
I already got the
I already got the
All black like
back like E. Honda, wait
Hardhat a condom
Your skull crack, we crowned you
Shark to a flounder
Bar to a bouncer, wait
All like Sinatra
Face been painted, they never clowned him
Everybody rakin' cash it's autumn
Y'all sweeter than Whatchamacallit
All y'all a seat on this toilet
Y'all ain't shit, but piss-poor, and
Sittin' in the foreign I'm on a Harley
bloodsuckers away with the garlic
Alone in a mansion, I'm Macaulay
Thought your coffin and started barfin'
Thought your orphans, how they probably starvin'
Thought about artful shit, how I'm so thoughtful
on the marble, feelin' like Ricardo
Walkin' like the campus of Harvard
Shoutout my Swizz, niggas gettin' smarter
Try to hit the books, and nigga hit the
Sittin' on the charter, talkin' 'bout the
on departure, waiting on a sculpture
Make sure my vultures an extra cartridge
And sure my Barbies keep an extra Barbie
My dick is her electric chair, the voltage
And her better smell like a orchid
Wetter than a wishin' well, a quarter
Damn, I I was a lil bit taller
Damn, I wish I drank a lil water
Damn, my weed stank a lil more
Damn, I pull up with a redbone,
With a car
That smoke green, that's
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 every in the forest
Kis and quarters 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 white Crayola
Nut like granola all in your rollers
You never been in jail, I been in a Corolla
Then I roll a blunt 'bout as as a Samoan
This is sick shit, the sickness is showin'
The sickness is spreadin', the is growin'
The bitches is hoein', the witnesses
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 just yawn and forget to
And to the star, it's 6, the reward