Luyện nghe bài hát Slater

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

Me? I'm from the slums, niggas who pushing
Tons of drugs, flow dirty mouth like kissing bums
done made her one, a witty son
With no respect for women so-so, show me titties 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
are like pussy with me, "Should he cum?"
I'mma wax that like the in my backpack, for my black lips
Then dip to Europe and come back a stack of cheese
A stack of cheese for these rats, Mac and
New Preme shit got me flyer than a bag of bees
Fuck critics, (How's your dick?), "Shit, How's knees?"
Y'all on my dick more than my when I take a pee
Came up with ''Rella'', 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, where's the hooded
Okay, nevermind, we him

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

Guess I win, checks started in,
I stopped rapping and asking "Where my fucking passion is?",
Probably that faggot went (Who?), Tyler talking father problems,
shit he spit to popping 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 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 just hit a curb,
hop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D.
Made a couple thousands turds spitting verbs
Shit, now I kick it in the

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

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

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

Slater, Slater, Slater,

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