Luyện nghe bài hát Let It Fly

[Chorus: Scott]
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
than the weather in July
I done did so much I can't
Word, to my guys
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 keep it in (whoo, whoo)
By the way we you think I had a twin (twin)
I'm tryna run the game, it no subbing in (naw)
You can't faze me, sliding from a dangerous (it's lit!)
Always down to ball, I'm drain these nights
See the smoke clouds through these lights
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 they bussing, (pew, pew, pew)
I the towel, not throwing in
I'm riding in my ends
I got a for the pent to drop me round where I been
I keep some just to lick, they help me out when I vent
She wanna hit shit again, nah (brr brr, brr brr)
That's the phone call, my blood ring
It's Tha Carter V, let the thugs (thugs)

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

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Travis
It's alive, it's alive, I'm revived, C5
arrived, kiss the sky, did the time
Please it is advise or be advised, and we advise
You not fuck me and mine
And keep in mind that we don't mind our minds
your mind, read your mind, read your mind
Body take a week to find, the cops 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 crossed the line and you better know 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 thin line, I know you the line
Second line, second line, Tunechi got effective
Rough edges like a box of fries, that's a line
the line, American flag, less stars extra lines
Stretch the line, the line, 'til you no more the next in line, yeah
Tunechi tune a lunatic, my goonie the gooniest
Run your room and kill you and who you rooming with
The Uzi the booty clip, more than one I'm too equipped
Talking 'bout some fake niggas, based on true
not to get pinched, smoking on a stupid stench
Looking in the mirror tryna figure where my pupils
Flashy with a bitch, Travy that's my hooligan (it's lit)
Take the T off Tunechi and look at it as the crucifix,

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