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 kick it in the

Me? I'm the slums, niggas who pushing tons
Tons of drugs, Foul flow mouth like kissing bums
Momma done made her one, a son
With no respect for women so-so, 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, break it should be fun
Venues are like with me, "Should he cum?"
wax that like the chapstick 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 got me feeling flyer than a bag of bees
Fuck critics, (How's your dick?), "Shit, your knees?"
Y'all on my dick more than my index I take a pee
up with ''Rella'', ain't touch a bag of weed
Shit was doper than, Whitney Houston's
Golf Wang, that's the team to be, "Aye!", getting TU, OF,
We was missing Sweatshirt like, where's the hooded
Okay, nevermind, we him

Me and Slater hit a curb,
Bunny hop, zoning out, to N.E.R.D.
Made a couple thousands spitting 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 faggot (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 roach was cool, he died and pushed me into 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 niggas played as a toy,
a good day as I annoy, oi.

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

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

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

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

Slater, Slater, Slater,

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