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 than the weather in
I done did so much I decide
Word, to my guys
She just get so wet, I slip and
Had to get it to give them five
I, I, I,

[Verse 1: Travis
It's Mr. Myers, man (Michael Myers)
Work the money back, I 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 can't faze me, sliding from a life (it's lit!)
down to ball, I'm tryna drain these 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)
mixing alcohol in that 'tussin
The demon in they and they clutchin' (scared)
I feed 'em adderall and 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 me round where I been
I keep pussy just to lick, they help me out when I vent
She wanna hit shit again, nah (brr brr, brr brr)
That's the phone call, my blood ring
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 in July (brr brr)
I done did so much I decide (it's lit)
Word, to my guys (yah)
She get so wet, I slip 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, kiss the sky, did the
Please advise it is or be advised, and we advise
You not fuck with me and
And keep in mind that we mind losing our minds
Free mind, read your mind, read your mind
Body take a week to find, the gon' be like "never mind"
What's on your mind, put the pistol to your mind and your mind
Control your mind, mindfreak, no sober mind, I'm so
But front line, you crossed the line and you better know your
And if you out of line, I hang you with a clothing line
Wring you like an open line, keep your stanky ho in
Them hoes be lying, it's a thin line, I you know the line
Second line, second line, Tunechi got effective
Rough edges like a box of Checkers fries, that's a
Catch the line, American flag, less stars extra
Stretch the line, skip the line, 'til you no 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 fake niggas, based on true events
Trying not to get pinched, smoking on a stupid
in the mirror tryna figure where my pupils went
Flashy with a boujee bitch, Travy 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