Luyện nghe bài hát Let It Fly

[Chorus: Travis
Fly (fly, fly, fly, fly)
Let it fly (let it fly, let it fly, let it fly)
Let it fly the birds in the sky
Hotter than the weather in
I done did so much I decide
Word, word to my
She get so wet, I slip and slide
Had to get it back to give them
I, I, I,

[Verse 1: Scott]
It's Mr. Myers, man (Michael Myers)
Work the money back, I it coming in (whoo, whoo)
By the way we work you I had a twin (twin)
I'm run the game, it ain't no subbing in (naw)
You can't me, sliding from a dangerous life (it's lit!)
down to ball, I'm tryna drain these nights
See the smoke clouds through these entertainment
The way it go we taking fours and keeping doors tight (Yeah, yeah!)
We at the top end of (discussion)
Been mixing alcohol in that
The demon in they and they clutchin' (scared)
I feed 'em adderall and bussing, yeah (pew, pew, pew)
I the towel, not throwing in
I'm around in my ends
I got a for the pent to drop me round where I been
I keep some pussy just to lick, they me out when I vent
She wanna hit shit again, nah (brr brr, brr brr)
That's the call, when my blood ring
Tha Carter V, let the thugs sing (thugs)

[Chorus: Travis
Let it fly (brr, fly)
Let it fly the birds in the sky (brr brr)
Hotter than the in July (brr brr)
I done did so much I can't (it's lit)
Word, word to my (yah)
She just get so wet, I slip and (splash)
Had to give it back to give five
I, I, I

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Scott]
It's alive, alive, I'm revived, it's C5
Been arrived, the sky, did the time
Please advise it is advise or be advised, and we
You not fuck with me and
And keep in mind we don't mind losing our minds
Free your mind, read your mind, your mind
Body take a week to find, the cops gon' be "never mind"
What's on your mind, put the pistol to your mind and blow mind
Control your mind, mindfreak, no sober mind, I'm so
But front line, you crossed the and you better know your lines
And if you out of line, I hang you with a clothing line
Wring you like an line, keep your stanky ho in line
Them hoes be lying, it's a line, I know you know the line
Second line, second line, Tunechi got effective
edges like a box of Checkers fries, that's a line
Catch the line, American flag, stars extra lines
the line, skip the line, 'til you no more the next in line, yeah
Tunechi tune a lunatic, my goonie the gooniest
Run inside your room and you and who you rooming with
The Uzi with the booty clip, more than one I'm too
Talking 'bout some fake niggas, based on true
not to get pinched, smoking on a stupid stench
Looking in the mirror figure where my pupils went
Flashy with a boujee bitch, Travy my hooligan (it's lit)
the T off Tunechi and look at it as the crucifix, bitch

[Outro: Lil & Travis Scott]
C5, best rapper
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Let it fly