Luyện nghe bài hát Slater

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

Me? I'm from the slums, who pushing tons
Tons of drugs, Foul flow dirty mouth like kissing
Momma done her one, a witty son
With no respect for so-so, show me your titties hun
"You eighteen?", Me? I'm something
Okay I'm twenty, but I'm soon to be
I wild out at shows, shit 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 with a of cheese
A stack of for these rats, Mac and Cheese
New Preme shit got me flyer than a bag of bees
Fuck critics, (How's your dick?), "Shit, How's knees?"
Y'all on my dick more than my index when I a pee
Came up with ''Rella'', ain't touch a bag of
Shit was doper than, Houston's needs
Wang, that's 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, zoning out, to N.E.R.D.
Made a couple thousands turds spitting verbs
Shit, now I kick it in the

Guess I win, checks cashing in,
I stopped rapping and started asking "Where my passion is?",
Probably where that faggot went (Who?), talking father problems,
Shocky shit he spit to popping topics in a column,
I ask for this, I did it out of boredom,
that roach was cool, he died and pushed me into stardom,
Now Ye's PJ sippin leche, Chips Ahoy! boy, to Cowboy,
Aye boy, in Melbourne and skate to Fitzroy (Aye!),
AUS was AWES, I enjoyed, boy, niggas played as a tot's toy,
a good day as I annoy, oi.

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

Cameras panorama's views
My shoes seen more vans than Mexicanas with crackers 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, punk shit
Playing chords, making up shit, pardon my Dolly
And I sharting, hoodies with rectangles and different colors
think I started kindergarten

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

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

Slater, Slater, Slater,

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