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 I can't decide
Word, word to my
She just get so wet, I slip and
Had to get it back to give five
I, I, I,

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

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

[Verse 2: Lil & Travis Scott]
alive, it's 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 that we don't mind losing our minds
your mind, read your mind, read your mind
Body a week to find, the cops gon' be like "never mind"
What's on your mind, put the pistol to mind and blow your mind
Control your mind, mindfreak, no sober mind, I'm so
But front line, you the line and you better know your lines
And if you gettin' out of line, I you with a clothing line
you like an open line, keep your stanky ho in line
Them hoes be lying, it's a thin line, I know you know the
line, second line, Tunechi got effective lines
Rough edges like a box of Checkers fries, a line
Catch the line, American flag, less stars extra
the line, skip the line, 'til you no more the next in line, yeah
Tunechi tune a lunatic, my goons the gooniest
Run inside your room and kill you and who you with
The Uzi with the clip, more than one I'm too equipped
Talking 'bout some niggas, based on true events
Trying not to get pinched, on a stupid stench
Looking in the mirror tryna figure where my pupils
Flashy with a boujee bitch, Travy my hooligan (it's lit)
Take the T off Tunechi and at it as the crucifix, bitch

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