Luyện nghe bài hát Slater

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

Me? I'm from the slums, who pushing tons
Tons of drugs, Foul flow dirty mouth like bums
done made her one, a witty son
With no for women so-so, show me your titties hun
"You eighteen?", Me? I'm something
Okay I'm twenty, but I'm to be twenty-one
I wild out at shows, shit it should be fun
Venues are pussy with me, "Should he cum?"
I'mma wax that like the chapstick in my backpack, for my lips
Then dip to Europe and come back a stack of cheese
A stack of cheese for rats, Mac and Cheese
New Preme shit got me feeling flyer than a bag of
critics, (How's your dick?), "Shit, How's your knees?"
Y'all on my dick more 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!", TU, OF, indeed
We was missing like, where's the hooded sleeve
Okay, nevermind, we him

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

Guess I win, checks cashing in,
I stopped rapping and asking "Where my fucking passion is?",
Probably where faggot went (Who?), Tyler talking father problems,
Shocky shit he spit to popping topics in a column,
I ask for this, I did it out of boredom,
Thought that roach was cool, he and pushed me into stardom,
Now Ye's PJ leche, Chips 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, zoning out, to N.E.R.D.
a couple thousands turds spitting written verbs
Shit, now I kick it in the

Cameras with panorama's
My shoes have seen more vans than Mexicanas with crackers in
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
chords, making up shit, pardon my Dolly Parton's
And I keep sharting, with rectangles and different colors
Niggers think I started

Frank Ocean, Tyler, the Creator]
My bitch is on my bars
(I just wanna my bike)
Slater, Slater, Slater,
My bitch is on my handle
blowing in the wind
Her freckles like candy bars
blowing in the wind

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

Slater, Slater, Slater,

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