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 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 to give them five
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 faze me, sliding from a dangerous life (it's lit!)
down to ball, I'm tryna drain these nights
See the smoke through these entertainment lights
The way it go down we taking fours and keeping tight (Yeah, yeah!)
We at the top end of (discussion)
Been mixing alcohol in 'tussin
The demon in they eyes and clutchin' (scared)
I feed 'em adderall and they bussing, (pew, pew, pew)
I kept the towel, not in
I'm riding 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 I vent
She wanna hit shit again, nah (brr brr, brr brr)
That's the phone call, my blood ring
It's Tha Carter V, let the sing (thugs)

Travis Scott]
Let it fly (brr, fly)
Let it fly like the in the sky (brr brr)
than the weather in July (brr brr)
I done did so much I decide (it's lit)
Word, word to my (yah)
She just get so wet, I slip and (splash)
Had to give it back to give them
I, I, I

[Verse 2: Lil & Travis Scott]
It's alive, it's alive, I'm revived, 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
take a week to find, the cops gon' be like "never mind"
What's on mind, put the pistol to your mind and blow your mind
Control mind, mindfreak, no sober mind, I'm so behind
But front line, you the line and you better know your lines
And if you gettin' out of line, I hang you with a clothing
Wring you like an line, keep your stanky ho in line
Them hoes be lying, it's a thin line, I know you the line
Second line, second line, Tunechi got effective
Rough edges like a box of fries, that's a line
Catch the line, American flag, 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 kill you and who you rooming
The Uzi with the booty clip, more than one I'm too
Talking some fake niggas, based on true events
not to get pinched, smoking on a stupid stench
Looking in the mirror tryna where my pupils went
Flashy with a boujee bitch, Travy that's my (it's lit)
Take the T off Tunechi and at it as the crucifix, bitch

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