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 the weather in July
I did so much I can't decide
Word, to my guys
She just get so wet, I slip and
Had to get it back to give five
I, I, I,

[Verse 1: Travis
It's Mr. Myers, man (Michael Myers)
Work the back, I keep 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 nights
See the smoke through these entertainment lights
The way it go down we taking fours and doors tight (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 in my ends
I got a driver for the pent to me round where I been
I keep some pussy just to lick, they 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 Carter V, let the thugs (thugs)

[Chorus: Travis
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 much I can't (it's lit)
Word, to my guys (yah)
She just get so wet, I and slide (splash)
Had to give it back to them 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
Please advise it is or be advised, and we advise
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 mind, put the pistol to your mind and blow your mind
Control your mind, mindfreak, no sober mind, I'm so
But front line, you crossed the 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 your stanky ho in
Them hoes be lying, it's a thin line, I know you know the
Second line, line, Tunechi got effective lines
Rough edges like a box of Checkers fries, 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 goons the
Run inside room and kill you and who you rooming with
The Uzi the booty clip, more than one I'm too equipped
Talking some fake niggas, based on true events
not to get pinched, smoking on a stupid stench
Looking in the tryna figure where my pupils went
Flashy with a bitch, Travy that's my hooligan (it's lit)
Take the T off and look at it as the crucifix, bitch

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