Luyện nghe bài hát Slater

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

Me? I'm the slums, niggas who pushing tons
Tons of drugs, Foul flow dirty mouth kissing bums
Momma made her one, a witty son
With no respect for so-so, show me your titties hun
"You eighteen?", Me? I'm something
I'm twenty, but I'm soon to be twenty-one
I wild out at shows, break it should be fun
are like 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 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 dick?), "Shit, How's your knees?"
Y'all on my dick more than my index I take a pee
Came up ''Rella'', ain't touch a bag of weed
Shit was doper than, Whitney Houston's
Wang, that's the team to be, "Aye!", getting TU, OF, indeed
We was missing Sweatshirt like, the hooded sleeve
Okay, nevermind, we him

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

Guess I win, started cashing in,
I stopped rapping and started asking "Where my fucking is?",
Probably where that 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 me into stardom,
Now Ye's PJ sippin leche, Chips Ahoy! boy, to Cowboy,
Aye boy, land in Melbourne and to Fitzroy (Aye!),
AUS was AWES, I enjoyed, boy, niggas played as a tot's toy,
a good day as I annoy, oi.

Me and Slater hit a curb,
hop, zoning 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 more vans than Mexicanas with crackers in Alabama
the-L-F, this O-F, I open a store so I don't stress
But nigga I, (What?), mosh in gardens, punk shit
chords, making up shit, pardon my Dolly Parton's
And I keep sharting, hoodies 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 bitch is on my bars
Hair blowing in the
Her freckles look candy bars
blowing in the wind

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

Slater, Slater, Slater,

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