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 than the weather in
I done did so I can't decide
Word, word to my
She get so wet, I slip and slide
Had to get it back to give them
I, I, I,

1: Travis Scott]
It's Mr. Myers, man (Michael Myers)
Work the money back, I keep it in (whoo, whoo)
By the way we work you I had a twin (twin)
I'm run the game, it ain't no subbing in (naw)
You can't faze me, sliding a dangerous life (it's lit!)
Always down to ball, I'm tryna drain nights
See the clouds 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 mixing alcohol in that
The demon in they eyes and they (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 drop me where I been
I some pussy just to lick, they help me out when I vent
She hit that shit again, nah (brr brr, brr brr)
That's the phone call, when my blood
It's Tha Carter V, let the thugs (thugs)

[Chorus: Scott]
Let it fly (brr, fly)
Let it fly the birds in the sky (brr brr)
Hotter than the in July (brr brr)
I done did so I can't decide (it's lit)
Word, word to my (yah)
She just get so wet, I slip and (splash)
Had to it back to give them five
I, I, I

[Verse 2: Lil & Travis Scott]
alive, it's alive, I'm revived, it's C5
Been arrived, the sky, did the time
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
Free your mind, read your mind, your mind
Body a week to find, the cops gon' be like "never mind"
What's on your mind, put the pistol to your mind and blow your
Control your mind, mindfreak, no mind, I'm so behind
But line, you crossed the line and you better know your 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, second line, got effective lines
Rough like a box of Checkers fries, that's a line
Catch the line, flag, less stars extra lines
Stretch the line, the line, 'til you no more the next in line, yeah
Tunechi tune a lunatic, my goons the gooniest
Run inside your room and kill you and who you with
The Uzi with the booty clip, more than one I'm too
Talking 'bout some fake niggas, based on true
Trying not to get pinched, smoking on a stench
Looking in the mirror figure where my pupils went
Flashy a boujee bitch, Travy that's my hooligan (it's lit)
the T off Tunechi and look at it as the crucifix, bitch

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