Luyện nghe bài hát Slater

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

Me? I'm the slums, niggas who pushing tons
Tons of drugs, Foul flow dirty like kissing bums
done made her one, a witty son
With no respect for women so-so, me your titties hun
"You eighteen?", Me? I'm twenty
Okay I'm twenty, but I'm to be twenty-one
I out at shows, break shit 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 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 ''Rella'', ain't touch a bag of weed
Shit was doper than, Whitney needs
Golf Wang, that's the team to be, "Aye!", getting TU, OF,
We was missing Sweatshirt like, the hooded sleeve
Okay, nevermind, we him

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

Guess I win, checks started in,
I stopped rapping and started asking "Where my fucking is?",
Probably that 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 roach was cool, he died and pushed me into stardom,
Now Ye's PJ leche, Chips Ahoy! boy, listening to Cowboy,
Aye boy, in Melbourne and skate to Fitzroy (Aye!),
AUS was AWES, I enjoyed, boy, niggas played as a tot's toy,
Have a day as I annoy, oi.

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

with panorama's views
My shoes have seen more vans than Mexicanas with crackers in
G-O-to the-L-F, this O-F, I open a store so I stress
But nigga I, (What?), in gardens, jazz punk shit
Playing chords, making up shit, pardon my Parton's
And I sharting, hoodies with rectangles and different colors
think I started kindergarten

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

My bitch is on my 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 summer never ends

Slater, Slater, Slater,

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