Luyện nghe bài hát Slater

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

Me? I'm the slums, niggas who pushing tons
of drugs, Foul flow dirty mouth like kissing bums
Momma made her one, a witty son
With no respect for women so-so, show me titties hun
"You eighteen?", Me? I'm twenty
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 in my backpack, for my black lips
Then dip to Europe and come back with a of cheese
A stack of for these rats, Mac and Cheese
New shit got me feeling flyer than a bag of bees
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 ''Rella'', ain't touch a bag of weed
Shit was than, Whitney Houston's needs
Wang, that's the team to be, "Aye!", getting TU, OF, indeed
We was missing Sweatshirt like, where's the sleeve
Okay, nevermind, we him

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

Guess I win, checks cashing in,
I stopped rapping and asking "Where my fucking passion 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 PJ sippin leche, Chips Ahoy! boy, listening to Cowboy,
Aye boy, in Melbourne and skate to Fitzroy (Aye!),
AUS was AWES, I enjoyed, boy, y'all niggas played as a toy,
Have a day as I annoy, oi.

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

Cameras with views
My shoes have seen vans 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 punk
Playing chords, making up shit, my Dolly Parton's
And I keep sharting, hoodies rectangles and different colors
Niggers I started kindergarten

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

My is on my handle bars
(I just wanna my bike)
Slater, Slater, Slater,
My is on my handle bars
Hair in the wind
Her freckles look candy bars
My cool summer ends

Slater, Slater, Slater,

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