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 in July
I did so much I can't decide
Word, to my guys
She just get so wet, I slip and
Had to get it back to them five
I, I, I,

1: Travis Scott]
It's Mr. Myers, man (Michael Myers)
the money back, I keep it coming 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 these nights
See the smoke clouds through these entertainment
The way it go we taking fours and keeping doors tight (Yeah, yeah!)
We at the top end of (discussion)
mixing alcohol in that 'tussin
The demon in they and they clutchin' (scared)
I 'em adderall and they bussing, yeah (pew, pew, pew)
I the towel, not throwing in
I'm around in my ends
I got a driver for the pent to drop me round where I
I keep pussy just to lick, they help me out when I vent
She hit that shit again, nah (brr brr, brr brr)
That's the call, when my blood ring
It's Tha Carter V, let the thugs (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, to my guys (yah)
She just get so wet, I slip and (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 keep in that we don't mind losing our minds
Free your mind, read your mind, read mind
Body take a week to find, the gon' be like "never mind"
What's on your mind, put the pistol to mind 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 hang you a clothing line
Wring you like an open line, keep your stanky ho in
Them hoes be lying, it's a line, I know you know the line
Second line, second line, Tunechi got lines
Rough edges a box of Checkers fries, that's a line
Catch the line, American flag, less stars 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 room and kill you and who you with
The Uzi with the booty clip, more than one I'm too
Talking 'bout fake niggas, based on true events
Trying not to get pinched, on a stupid stench
in the mirror tryna figure where my pupils went
Flashy with a boujee bitch, that's my hooligan (it's lit)
Take the T off Tunechi and at it as the crucifix, bitch

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