Luyện nghe bài hát Let It Fly

[Chorus: Travis
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
than the weather in July
I done did so I can't decide
Word, word to my
She just get so wet, I slip and
Had to get it back to give them
I, I, I,

[Verse 1: Travis
Mr. Michael Myers, man (Michael Myers)
Work the money back, I keep it in (whoo, whoo)
By the way we work you think I had a (twin)
I'm run the game, it ain't no subbing in (naw)
You faze me, sliding from a dangerous life (it's lit!)
Always down to ball, I'm drain these nights
See the smoke through these entertainment lights
The way it go down we fours and keeping doors tight (Yeah, yeah!)
We at the top end of (discussion)
mixing alcohol in that 'tussin
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 around in my
I got a driver for the pent to drop me round 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)
the phone call, when my blood ring
It's Tha Carter V, let the sing (thugs)

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

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Scott]
It's alive, alive, I'm revived, it's 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 keep in mind that we don't mind our minds
Free your mind, read mind, read your mind
Body take a week to find, the cops gon' be "never mind"
What's on your mind, put the pistol to your and blow 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 hang you with a line
Wring you like an open line, keep your stanky ho in
Them hoes be lying, it's a thin line, I know you the line
Second line, line, Tunechi got effective lines
Rough edges like a box of Checkers fries, a line
Catch the line, flag, less stars extra lines
Stretch the line, skip the line, 'til you no the next in line, yeah
tune a lunatic, my goonie goons the gooniest
Run inside room and kill you and who you rooming with
The Uzi with the booty clip, more one I'm too equipped
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 boujee bitch, Travy that's my (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