Luyện nghe bài hát Skate It Off

Mic
the motherfuckin' squad man
You how we fuckin' it up...
Mic
We the Fort squad, watch the cream baby
Real squad man
go, let's go

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

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

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

3]
I just off on twelve
Everything that's in my safe for bail
Yeah cause I know nigga's snake, we turning up
Yeah, I told my hoe I had to turn the page, she to drugs
Double barrel, double date and cup
And no matter how hard I fall, I get up, man fuck you bitch?
I get up and try again, we call that
Oh your just 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
That AK got pop like the TJ
Yeah, in the we [?] get them sweepstakes
you a hater, what the streets say
These bullets your tomato to a v8
Yeah we chilling, we very easy
We get the squad, for another squad to cremate