Luyện nghe bài hát Skate It Off

Mic
the motherfuckin' squad man
You how we fuckin' 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 skated off like T. Pud, skrr, skrr
I just skated off, on
With the in one hand like Odell
With the work,
I got eyeballs on the roof, on the
I keep nigga's scars for proof, nigga oh
Money so tall it hoop, money go
I'm on my I.D, my IG and IQ
Yeah, I just touched down, the scoop?
the scoop?
I just blasé, blasé, blasé, whoop-de-whoop

Yeah, i touched down, I'm going for two
(Let's go, go)
You just AK, AK, AK, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
I just touched down, it do?
it do?
Me and all my in cahoots, in cahoots
Bitch, I just skated off Nyjah Huston, switch
Think I need a for my soup, yeah
I skated off on drugs, on drugs
I just skated off sippin' mud, mud
I just off on the Xan, on the Xan
And we skateboard, we don't dance in our pants, nope

2]
I just skated off on twelve, fuck bitch
Like a boss, like a fuckin' handrail, that bitch
I just off in YSL, YSL, what you do?
And I can eyeball work, the scale, fuck the scale
I got eyeballs on the roof, on the
My ollie off this fuckin' roof, fuckin' roof bitch
I got eyeballs on squad, pop, pop, pop
I just skated off a shot, so deep
I just skated off Chaz Ortiz, Chaz Ortiz bitch
I just skated with some SB's, got some SB's
I just skated off the [?]
I got on your whoodie, fuck you, got 'em
your eyeballs off my guap-o, guap-o
I just skated off El Chapo, Chapo
I just skated off I chop
A gun in both hands, I'm 'bout to do the Shaba, 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 just off on her love, deuces
I skated off on the plug
She just skated off on her
I just off on a thot, thot bitch
And left her thong wetter than my yacht, why
I just skeeted off in your (get a lot of hoes)
While I got more than the sidekick, I'm good
Black credit card, swipe it, I'm good
We them man
We
Stripes in these streets, call me I'm good
Beep....
Flying in these like a pilot
for the [?] they keep crying 'bout the truce

3]
I skated off on twelve
Everything that's in my safe for bail
Yeah cause I know 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 fuck you going
I get up and try again, we call rebate
Oh your bitch just want D? Okay it's D-Day
I get flu off on her PJ
I'm gon' my skaters rich, we ain't no cheapskates, no, no
That AK got pop like the TJ
Yeah, in the streets we [?] get them
you a hater, what the streets say
These turn your tomato to a v8
we chilling, we finnesin' very easy
We get the squad, looking for squad to cremate