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 like the in the sky
Hotter than the weather in
I done did so I can't decide
Word, to my guys
She just get so wet, I and slide
Had to get it back to give five
I, I, I,

[Verse 1: Travis
Mr. Michael Myers, man (Michael Myers)
Work the money back, I it coming in (whoo, whoo)
By the way we you think I had a twin (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 smoke clouds through these lights
The way it go down we taking fours and doors tight (Yeah, yeah!)
We at the top end of (discussion)
Been mixing alcohol in 'tussin
The demon in they eyes and clutchin' (scared)
I feed 'em and they bussing, yeah (pew, pew, pew)
I kept the towel, not in
I'm riding around in my
I got a driver for the to drop me round where I been
I keep 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)

[Chorus: Scott]
Let it fly (brr, fly)
Let it fly the birds in the sky (brr brr)
Hotter the weather in July (brr brr)
I done did so 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

2: Lil Wayne & Travis Scott]
It's alive, alive, I'm revived, it's C5
Been arrived, the sky, did the time
advise it is advise or be advised, and we advise
You not fuck me and mine
And in mind that we don't mind losing our minds
your mind, read your mind, read your mind
Body take a to find, the cops gon' be like "never mind"
What's on your mind, put the pistol to your mind and your mind
Control your mind, mindfreak, no sober mind, I'm so
But line, you crossed the line and you better know your lines
And if you out of line, I hang you with a clothing line
Wring you like an open line, keep stanky ho in line
Them hoes be lying, a thin line, I know you know the line
Second line, line, Tunechi got effective lines
Rough edges a box of Checkers fries, that's a line
Catch the line, American flag, less stars lines
Stretch the line, skip the line, 'til you no more the in line, yeah
Tunechi tune a lunatic, my goonie goons the
Run inside your and kill you and who you rooming with
The Uzi with the booty clip, more than one I'm too
Talking 'bout fake 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 bitch, Travy that's 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