Luyện nghe bài hát Skate It Off

Mic
This the motherfuckin' man
You know how we it up...
Mic
We the Fort Knox squad, the cream baby
Real shit man
Let's go, go

1]
Wait, I just off on the plug, skrr, skrr
I just off like T. Pud, skrr, skrr
I just off, on twelve
With the in one hand like Odell
the work, yeah
I got on the roof, on the roof
I keep nigga's just for proof, nigga oh
Money so tall it could hoop, go
I'm on my I.D, my IG and IQ
Yeah, I touched down, what's the scoop?
What's the
I just hear blasé, blasé, blasé,

Yeah, i just touched down, I'm for two
(Let's go, go)
You hear AK, AK, AK, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
I touched down, what it do?
it do?
Me and all my skaters in cahoots, in
Bitch, I skated off like Nyjah Huston, switch
I need a cake for my soup, yeah
I skated off on drugs, on drugs
I just off sippin' mud, sippin' mud
I skated off on the Xan, on the Xan
And we just skateboard, we dance in our pants, nope

2]
I just skated off on twelve, twelve bitch
Like a boss, like a fuckin' handrail, handrail bitch
I just skated off in YSL, YSL, you do?
And I can eyeball work, fuck the scale, the scale
I got eyeballs on the roof, on the
My slimer ollie off this fuckin' roof, roof bitch
I got eyeballs on squad, pop, pop, pop
I just skated off like a shot, so
I skated off with Chaz Ortiz, Chaz Ortiz bitch
I just skated with some SB's, got some SB's
I just off with the [?]
I got eyeballs on your whoodie, you, got 'em
your eyeballs off my guap-o, guap-o
I just off like El Chapo, Chapo
I just off when I chop
A gun in both hands, bitch I'm 'bout to do the Shaba,
Treat a Royce like a Honda, bitch back up off me
Nigga I'm the God, you
She pop it off for a thug, yeah
I skated off on her love, deuces
I skated off on the plug
She skated off on her humps
I skated off on a thot, thot bitch
And left her thong wetter my yacht, why not?
I just skeeted off in wifey (get a lot of hoes)
While I got cars than the sidekick, I'm good
Black credit card, nigga it, I'm good
We them man
We
in these streets, call me stripey I'm good
Beep....
Flying in these streets like a
for the [?] they keep crying 'bout the truce

3]
I just off on twelve
Everything that's in my safe that's for
cause I know nigga's turning snake, we turning up
Yeah, I told my hoe I had to the page, she turned to drugs
Double barrel, date and double cup
And no matter how hard I fall, I get up, man you going bitch?
I get up and try again, we call rebate
Oh your bitch want this D? Okay it's D-Day
I get flu off on her PJ
I'm gon' make my skaters rich, we no cheapskates, no, no
AK got that pop like the TJ
Yeah, in the we [?] get them sweepstakes
you a hater, what the streets say
These bullets turn your to a v8
Yeah we chilling, we finnesin' easy
We get the squad, looking for another to cremate