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
Hotter than the in July
I done did so much I can't
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 work you I had a twin (twin)
I'm tryna run the game, it no subbing in (naw)
You can't faze me, sliding from a life (it's lit!)
Always down to ball, I'm drain these nights
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)
mixing alcohol in that 'tussin
The demon in eyes and they clutchin' (scared)
I feed 'em adderall and they bussing, (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 some pussy just to lick, help me out when I vent
She hit that shit again, nah (brr brr, brr brr)
That's the phone call, when my ring
It's Tha Carter V, let the thugs (thugs)

[Chorus: Scott]
Let it fly (brr, fly)
Let it fly like the in the sky (brr brr)
Hotter than the weather in (brr brr)
I done did so much I decide (it's lit)
Word, to my guys (yah)
She just get so wet, I and slide (splash)
Had to give it back to give five
I, I, I

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Travis
It's alive, it's alive, I'm revived, C5
Been arrived, kiss the sky, did the
Please 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 week to find, the cops be like "never mind"
What's on your mind, put the pistol to your 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 gettin' out of line, I you with a clothing line
Wring you like an open line, keep stanky ho in line
Them hoes be lying, it's a thin line, I you know the line
Second line, line, Tunechi got effective lines
Rough like a box of Checkers fries, that's 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 goonie the gooniest
Run inside your room and kill you and who you rooming
The Uzi with the booty clip, more one I'm too equipped
Talking 'bout some fake niggas, based on true
Trying not to get pinched, smoking on a stupid
in the mirror tryna figure where my pupils went
Flashy with a boujee bitch, that's my hooligan (it's lit)
Take the T off and look at it as the crucifix, bitch

[Outro: Lil Wayne & Scott]
C5, rapper alive
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Let it fly