Luyện nghe bài hát Slater

Me and just hit a curb,
Bunny hop, zoning out, to N.E.R.D.
Made a couple thousands turds written verbs
Shit, now I it in the 'burbs

Me? I'm from the slums, niggas who tons
Tons of drugs, Foul flow dirty like kissing bums
Momma made her one, a witty son
With no respect for women so-so, show me your hun
"You eighteen?", Me? I'm something
Okay I'm twenty, but I'm soon to be
I wild out at shows, break it should be fun
Venues are pussy with me, "Should he cum?"
I'mma wax like the chapstick in my backpack, for my black lips
Then dip to Europe and come back a stack of cheese
A of cheese for these rats, Mac and Cheese
New Preme shit got me feeling than a bag of bees
Fuck critics, (How's your dick?), "Shit, How's knees?"
on my dick more than my index when I take a pee
Came up with ''Rella'', touch a bag of weed
Shit was doper than, Whitney Houston's
Golf Wang, that's the team to be, "Aye!", getting TU, OF,
We was Sweatshirt like, where's the hooded sleeve
Okay, nevermind, we him

Me and just hit a curb,
Bunny hop, zoning out, to N.E.R.D.
Made a couple turds spitting written verbs
Shit, now I kick it in the

Guess I win, checks cashing in,
I rapping and started asking "Where my fucking passion is?",
Probably where that faggot (Who?), Tyler talking father problems,
Shocky shit he spit to topics in a gossip column,
I ask for this, I did it out of boredom,
that roach was cool, he died and pushed me into stardom,
Now Ye's PJ sippin leche, Ahoy! boy, listening to Cowboy,
Aye boy, land in Melbourne and skate to (Aye!),
AUS was AWES, I enjoyed, boy, y'all played as a tot's toy,
a good day as I annoy, oi.

Me and Slater hit a curb,
Bunny hop, out, listening to N.E.R.D.
Made a couple thousands turds spitting written
Shit, now I kick it in the

Cameras with views
My shoes have seen more vans than Mexicanas with in Alabama
G-O-to the-L-F, this O-F, I open a so I don't stress
But nigga I, (What?), in gardens, jazz punk shit
Playing chords, up shit, pardon my Dolly Parton's
And I keep sharting, hoodies with rectangles and different
Niggers think I kindergarten

[Interlude: Frank Ocean, Tyler, the
My bitch is on my bars
(I just wanna my bike)
Slater, Slater, Slater,
My bitch is on my handle
Hair blowing in the
Her freckles look like bars
blowing in the wind

My bitch is on my handle
(I just ride my bike)
Slater, Slater, Slater,
My bitch is on my bars
Hair in the wind
Her freckles look like candy
My cool summer never

Slater, Slater, Slater,

Oh my God, seriously? cool guy
talking to a fucking bike, loser
(Haha)
Oh...fuck.