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 done did so much I decide
Word, word to my
She just get so wet, I and slide
Had to get it to give them five
I, I, I,

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

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

2: Lil Wayne & Travis Scott]
It's alive, it's alive, I'm revived, C5
Been arrived, the sky, did the time
advise it is advise or be advised, and we advise
You not fuck with me and
And in mind that we don't mind losing our minds
Free your mind, read your mind, your mind
Body take a week to find, the gon' be like "never mind"
What's on your mind, put the pistol to your 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 clothing
Wring you like an open line, keep your ho in line
Them hoes be lying, a thin line, I know 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, skip the line, 'til you no the next in line, yeah
Tunechi tune a lunatic, my goonie goons the
Run inside your and kill you and who you rooming with
The Uzi with the clip, more than one I'm too equipped
Talking 'bout some fake niggas, based on events
not to get pinched, smoking 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 at it as the crucifix, bitch

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