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 I can't decide
Word, to my guys
She just get so wet, I slip and
Had to get it back to give 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 think I had a (twin)
I'm tryna run the game, it ain't no in (naw)
You faze me, sliding from a dangerous life (it's lit!)
Always to ball, I'm tryna drain these nights
See the smoke 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 in that 'tussin
The in they eyes and they clutchin' (scared)
I feed 'em adderall and they bussing, (pew, pew, pew)
I kept the towel, not in
I'm around in my ends
I got a driver for the to drop me round where I been
I some pussy just to lick, they help me out when I vent
She wanna hit shit again, nah (brr brr, brr brr)
That's the call, when my blood ring
It's Tha Carter V, let the thugs (thugs)

Travis 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 much I decide (it's lit)
Word, to my guys (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
Please advise it is advise or be advised, and we
You not fuck me and mine
And in mind that we don't mind losing our minds
Free your mind, 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 your and blow your mind
Control your mind, mindfreak, no sober mind, I'm so
But front line, you crossed the line and you know your lines
And if you gettin' out of line, I you with a clothing line
you like 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 lines
Rough like a box of Checkers fries, that's a line
Catch the line, American flag, stars extra lines
Stretch the line, skip the line, 'til you no the next in line, yeah
Tunechi a lunatic, my goonie goons the gooniest
Run inside room and kill you and who you rooming with
The Uzi with the booty clip, more one I'm too equipped
Talking 'bout some fake niggas, based on true
Trying not to get pinched, smoking on a stench
Looking in the mirror tryna where my pupils went
Flashy with a 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 alive
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Let it fly