Luyện nghe bài hát Slater

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

Me? I'm the slums, niggas who pushing tons
Tons of drugs, Foul dirty mouth like kissing bums
Momma done her one, a witty son
With no respect for women so-so, 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, shit it should be fun
Venues are like pussy me, "Should he cum?"
I'mma wax that the chapstick in my backpack, for my black lips
Then dip to and come back with a stack of cheese
A stack of for these rats, Mac and Cheese
New Preme shit got me feeling flyer than a bag of
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'', ain't a bag of weed
Shit was doper than, Whitney needs
Golf Wang, the team to be, "Aye!", getting TU, OF, indeed
We was Sweatshirt like, where's the hooded sleeve
Okay, nevermind, we him

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 kick it in the

I win, checks started cashing in,
I rapping and started asking "Where my fucking passion is?",
Probably where faggot 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 pushed me stardom,
Now PJ sippin leche, Chips Ahoy! boy, listening to Cowboy,
Aye boy, land in Melbourne and to Fitzroy (Aye!),
AUS was AWES, I enjoyed, boy, y'all played as a tot's toy,
Have a day as I annoy, oi.

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

with panorama's views
My shoes have seen vans than Mexicanas with crackers in Alabama
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, up shit, pardon my Dolly Parton's
And I keep sharting, hoodies with rectangles and different
Niggers think I kindergarten

[Interlude: Frank Ocean, Tyler, the
My is on my handle bars
(I wanna ride my bike)
Slater, Slater, Slater,
My is on my handle bars
blowing in the wind
Her freckles look like candy
Hair 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 look like candy bars
My summer never ends

Slater, Slater, Slater,

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