Luyện nghe bài hát Let It Fly

[Chorus: Scott]
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, to my guys
She get so wet, I slip and slide
Had to get it back to them five
I, I, I,

1: Travis Scott]
It's Mr. Myers, man (Michael Myers)
Work the 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, from a dangerous life (it's lit!)
Always down to ball, I'm 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 alcohol in that 'tussin
The demon in they eyes and they (scared)
I feed 'em and they bussing, yeah (pew, pew, pew)
I kept the towel, not in
I'm around in my ends
I got a driver for the pent to drop me round where I
I keep some pussy just to lick, they help me out when I
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)

[Chorus: Scott]
Let it fly (brr, fly)
Let it fly the birds in the sky (brr brr)
Hotter the weather in July (brr brr)
I did so much I can't decide (it's lit)
Word, word to my (yah)
She just get so wet, I and slide (splash)
Had to give it to give them five
I, I, I

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Scott]
It's alive, it's alive, I'm revived, C5
arrived, kiss the sky, did the time
Please advise it is 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 to find, the cops gon' be like "never mind"
What's on your mind, put the pistol to mind and blow your mind
Control mind, mindfreak, no sober mind, I'm so behind
But front line, you crossed the line and you better know lines
And if you gettin' out of line, I hang you with a clothing
Wring you like an open line, keep your stanky ho in
Them hoes be lying, a thin line, I know you know the line
Second line, second line, got effective lines
Rough edges like a box of fries, that's a line
Catch the line, American flag, less stars extra
Stretch the line, skip the line, 'til you no more the next in line,
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, than one I'm too equipped
'bout some fake niggas, based on true events
Trying not to get pinched, on a stupid stench
Looking in the tryna figure where my pupils went
Flashy with a boujee bitch, Travy my hooligan (it's lit)
Take the T off and look at it as the crucifix, bitch

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