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 did so much I can't decide
Word, word to my
She get so wet, I slip and slide
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 I had a twin (twin)
I'm run the game, it ain't no subbing in (naw)
You can't faze me, sliding from a dangerous (it's lit!)
Always down to ball, I'm tryna drain nights
See the smoke through these entertainment lights
The way it go down we fours and keeping doors tight (Yeah, yeah!)
We at the top end of (discussion)
mixing alcohol in that 'tussin
The demon in eyes 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 wanna hit shit again, nah (brr brr, brr brr)
the phone call, when my blood ring
It's Tha Carter V, let the thugs (thugs)

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

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Travis
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 fuck with me and
And keep in mind that we don't mind losing our
Free your mind, read your mind, your mind
take a week to find, the cops 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 better your lines
And if you gettin' out of line, I hang you a clothing line
Wring you like an open line, your stanky ho in line
Them be lying, it's 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, stars extra lines
the line, skip the line, 'til you no more the next in line, yeah
Tunechi tune a lunatic, my goonie the gooniest
Run your room and kill you and who you rooming with
The Uzi with the booty clip, more than one I'm too
Talking 'bout some fake niggas, on true events
Trying not to get pinched, smoking on a stupid
in the mirror tryna figure where my pupils went
Flashy with a bitch, Travy that's my hooligan (it's lit)
Take the T off Tunechi and at it as the crucifix, bitch

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