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 the birds in the sky
Hotter than the weather in
I done did so I can't decide
Word, to my guys
She get so wet, I slip and slide
Had to get it to give them 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 work you I had a twin (twin)
I'm tryna run the game, it ain't no in (naw)
You can't faze me, sliding from a dangerous (it's lit!)
Always down to ball, I'm tryna 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)
Been alcohol in that 'tussin
The demon in they eyes and clutchin' (scared)
I feed 'em adderall and they bussing, (pew, pew, pew)
I the towel, not throwing in
I'm around in my ends
I got a driver for the to drop me round where I been
I keep 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, when my blood
It's Tha Carter V, let the sing (thugs)

[Chorus: Travis
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 can't (it's lit)
Word, word to my (yah)
She just get so wet, I and slide (splash)
Had to give it back to give 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
advise it is advise or be advised, and we advise
You not with me and mine
And in mind that we don't mind losing our minds
Free your mind, read your mind, read your
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 hang you a clothing line
Wring you like an line, keep your stanky ho in line
Them hoes be lying, a thin line, I know you know the line
Second line, second line, got effective lines
Rough edges like a box of Checkers fries, that's a
Catch the line, American flag, less stars extra
Stretch the line, skip the line, you no more the next in line, yeah
Tunechi tune a lunatic, my goonie goons the
Run your room and kill you and who you rooming with
The Uzi with the booty clip, more than one I'm too
Talking 'bout some fake niggas, based on events
Trying not to get pinched, on a stupid stench
Looking in the mirror figure where my pupils went
Flashy with a boujee bitch, that's my hooligan (it's lit)
the T off Tunechi and look at it as the crucifix, bitch

[Outro: Lil & Travis Scott]
C5, best rapper
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Let it fly