Luyện nghe bài hát Slater

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

Me? I'm from the slums, niggas who tons
Tons of drugs, Foul flow dirty mouth like bums
Momma done made her one, a son
With no respect for women so-so, show me titties hun
"You eighteen?", Me? I'm twenty
I'm twenty, but I'm soon to be twenty-one
I wild out at shows, shit it should be fun
Venues are like with me, "Should he cum?"
I'mma wax that the chapstick in my backpack, for my black lips
Then dip to Europe and come back with a of cheese
A stack of cheese for rats, Mac and Cheese
New Preme shit got me feeling flyer a bag of bees
Fuck critics, (How's dick?), "Shit, How's your knees?"
Y'all on my dick more than my index when I a pee
up with ''Rella'', ain't touch a bag of weed
Shit was doper than, Whitney needs
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 turds spitting written verbs
Shit, now I it in the 'burbs

Guess I win, checks started in,
I stopped rapping and started "Where my fucking passion is?",
Probably where that went (Who?), Tyler talking father problems,
Shocky shit he spit to popping in a gossip column,
I ask for this, I did it out of boredom,
Thought that was cool, he died 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, niggas played as a tot's toy,
a good day as I annoy, oi.

Me and just 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

Cameras with panorama's
My shoes have seen more vans than Mexicanas with in Alabama
G-O-to the-L-F, this O-F, I open a so I don't stress
But nigga I, (What?), mosh in gardens, jazz shit
chords, making up shit, pardon my Dolly Parton's
And I keep sharting, hoodies rectangles and different colors
Niggers think I started

[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 like candy bars
Hair blowing in the

My bitch is on my handle
(I just wanna my bike)
Slater, Slater, Slater,
My bitch is on my handle
Hair blowing in the
Her look like candy bars
My cool never ends

Slater, Slater, Slater,

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