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
Hotter the weather in July
I did so much I can't decide
Word, to my guys
She get so wet, I slip 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 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 tryna these nights
See the smoke clouds these entertainment lights
The way it go down we taking fours and doors tight (Yeah, yeah!)
We at the top end of (discussion)
Been mixing in that 'tussin
The demon in they and they clutchin' (scared)
I feed 'em adderall and bussing, yeah (pew, pew, pew)
I kept the towel, not in
I'm around in my ends
I got a driver for the pent to drop me round I been
I keep some just to lick, they help me out when I vent
She hit that shit again, nah (brr brr, brr brr)
That's the call, when my blood 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 the weather in July (brr brr)
I done did so much I decide (it's lit)
Word, word to my (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 & Travis
It's alive, it's alive, I'm revived, C5
Been arrived, the sky, did the time
Please advise it is or be advised, and we advise
You not with me and mine
And keep in that we don't mind losing our minds
your mind, read your 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 mind and blow your mind
Control your mind, mindfreak, no mind, I'm so behind
But front line, you crossed the line and you better know your
And if you gettin' out of line, I hang you with a line
Wring you an open line, keep your stanky ho in line
Them hoes be lying, it's a line, I know you know the line
Second line, second line, Tunechi got effective
edges like a box of Checkers fries, that's a line
Catch the line, American flag, less extra lines
Stretch the line, skip the line, you no more the next in line, yeah
Tunechi tune a lunatic, my goons the gooniest
Run your room and kill you and who you rooming with
The Uzi the booty clip, more than one I'm too equipped
'bout some fake niggas, based on true events
Trying not to get pinched, smoking on a stupid
Looking in the tryna figure where my pupils went
Flashy a boujee bitch, Travy that's my hooligan (it's lit)
Take the T off Tunechi and at it as the crucifix, bitch

Lil Wayne & Travis Scott]
C5, best rapper
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Let it fly