Luyện nghe bài hát Skate It Off

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

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

Yeah, i just 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 skated off like Nyjah Huston, switch
Think I need a for my soup, yeah
I just skated off on drugs, on
I skated off sippin' mud, sippin' mud
I just 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, a fuckin' handrail, that handrail bitch
I just off in YSL, YSL, what you do?
And I can eyeball work, fuck the scale, the scale
I got on the roof, on the roof
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 whoodie, fuck 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 both hands, bitch I'm 'bout to do the Shaba,
Treat a Rolls Royce like a Honda, bitch up off me
Nigga I'm the God, you
She gon' pop it off for a thug,
I just skated off on her love,
I skated off on the plug
She just off on her humps
I skated 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, nigga it, I'm good
We them man
We
Stripes in streets, call me stripey I'm good
Beep....
Flying in streets like a pilot
Tissues for the [?] they crying 'bout the truce

3]
I skated off on twelve
Everything that's in my that's for bail
Yeah cause I know turning snake, we turning up
Yeah, I my hoe I had to turn the page, she turned to drugs
Double barrel, date and double cup
And no how hard I fall, I get up, man fuck you going bitch?
I get up and try again, we call rebate
Oh your bitch just 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 your tomato to a v8
Yeah we chilling, we finnesin' very
We get the squad, looking for squad to cremate