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 the weather in July
I did so much 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 think I had a (twin)
I'm tryna run the game, it ain't no in (naw)
You can't faze me, from a dangerous life (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 taking fours and keeping doors (Yeah, yeah!)
We at the top end of (discussion)
Been alcohol in that 'tussin
The in they eyes and they clutchin' (scared)
I 'em adderall and they bussing, yeah (pew, pew, pew)
I kept the towel, not in
I'm riding in my ends
I got a driver for the to drop me round where I been
I keep some pussy just to lick, 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 V, let the thugs 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 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 back to them five
I, I, I

[Verse 2: Lil & Travis Scott]
It's alive, it's alive, I'm revived, C5
arrived, kiss the sky, did the time
Please advise it is advise or be advised, and we
You not fuck with me and
And keep in mind that we don't mind losing our
Free your mind, read your mind, read mind
Body take a to find, the cops gon' be like "never mind"
What's on your mind, put the to your mind 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 an open line, keep your stanky ho in line
Them be lying, it's a thin line, I know you know the line
Second line, second line, Tunechi got effective
Rough edges like a box of 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 you and who you rooming with
The Uzi with the booty clip, more one I'm too equipped
Talking some fake niggas, based on true events
Trying not to get pinched, smoking on a stench
Looking in the tryna figure where my pupils went
with a boujee bitch, Travy that's my hooligan (it's lit)
Take the T off Tunechi and at it as the crucifix, bitch

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