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 in July
I did so much I can't decide
Word, word to my
She just get so wet, I and slide
Had to get it back to them five
I, I, I,

[Verse 1: Scott]
It's Mr. Myers, man (Michael Myers)
Work the back, I keep it coming in (whoo, whoo)
By the way we work you think I had a (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 these entertainment lights
The way it go down we taking fours and keeping doors (Yeah, yeah!)
We at the top end of (discussion)
Been mixing alcohol in 'tussin
The demon in they and they clutchin' (scared)
I feed 'em adderall and they bussing, (pew, pew, pew)
I kept the towel, not in
I'm riding in my ends
I got a for the pent to drop me round where I been
I some pussy 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
Tha Carter V, let the thugs sing (thugs)

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

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Travis
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 mind that we don't mind losing our
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 your mind and your mind
your mind, mindfreak, no sober mind, I'm so behind
But front line, you crossed the line and you better your lines
And if you gettin' out of line, I you with a clothing line
Wring you like an open line, keep your ho in line
Them hoes be lying, a thin line, I know you know the line
Second line, second line, Tunechi got lines
Rough like a box of Checkers fries, that's a line
Catch the line, American flag, less stars lines
Stretch the line, skip the line, you no more the next in line, yeah
Tunechi a lunatic, my goonie goons the gooniest
Run inside your room and you and who you rooming with
The Uzi with the booty clip, than one I'm too equipped
'bout some fake niggas, based on true events
Trying not to get pinched, smoking on a stench
Looking in the mirror tryna figure my pupils went
Flashy with a boujee bitch, 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 alive
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Let it fly