Luyện nghe bài hát Slater

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

Me? I'm from the slums, niggas who pushing
Tons of drugs, Foul flow dirty like kissing bums
done made her one, a witty son
With no for women so-so, show me your titties hun
"You eighteen?", Me? I'm twenty
Okay I'm twenty, but I'm to be twenty-one
I wild out at shows, break shit it be fun
Venues are pussy with me, "Should he cum?"
I'mma wax that the chapstick in my backpack, for my black lips
Then dip to and come back with 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, your knees?"
Y'all on my dick than my index when I take a pee
Came up with ''Rella'', ain't 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 missing Sweatshirt like, where's the hooded
Okay, nevermind, we him

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

I win, checks started cashing in,
I stopped rapping and started "Where my fucking passion is?",
where that faggot went (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,
Thought that roach was cool, he died and pushed me stardom,
Now Ye's PJ sippin leche, Ahoy! boy, listening to Cowboy,
Aye boy, land in Melbourne and to Fitzroy (Aye!),
AUS was AWES, I enjoyed, boy, y'all niggas played as a 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 spitting written verbs
Shit, now I kick it in the

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

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

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

Slater, Slater, Slater,

Oh my God, seriously? Mister guy
You're to a fucking bike, loser
(Haha)
Oh...fuck.