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
squad shit man
Let's go, go

1]
Wait, I skated off on the plug, skrr, skrr
I skated off like T. Pud, skrr, skrr
I just off, on twelve
the work in one hand like Odell
With the work,
I got on the roof, on the roof
I keep scars just for proof, nigga oh
so tall it could hoop, money go
I'm on my I.D, my IG and IQ
Yeah, I touched down, what's 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 like Huston, switch
Think I need a cake for my soup,
I just skated off on drugs, on
I just skated off mud, sippin' mud
I skated off on the Xan, on the Xan
And we just skateboard, we don't in our pants, nope

2]
I just skated off on twelve, fuck bitch
a boss, like a fuckin' handrail, that handrail bitch
I just off in YSL, YSL, what you do?
And I can eyeball work, fuck the scale, fuck the
I got on the roof, on the roof
My slimer ollie off this roof, fuckin' roof bitch
I got on your squad, pop, pop, pop
I skated off like a shot, so deep
I just skated off with Ortiz, Chaz Ortiz bitch
I just skated with some SB's, got some SB's
I just skated off the [?]
I got eyeballs on your whoodie, you, got 'em
Keep your eyeballs off my guap-o,
I just skated off like El Chapo,
I just skated off when I
A gun in both hands, bitch I'm to do the Shaba, 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 off on her love, deuces
I just 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 off in your wifey (get a lot of hoes)
While I got more cars the sidekick, I'm good
Black credit card, swipe it, I'm good
We them man
We
Stripes in these streets, call me stripey I'm
Beep....
Flying in streets like 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 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 fuck you going
I get up and try again, we call that
Oh your bitch just want this D? Okay 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 we [?] get them sweepstakes
Fuckboi you a hater, the streets say
These bullets turn tomato to a v8
Yeah we chilling, we finnesin' easy
We get the squad, looking for squad to cremate