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, niggas who pushing
Tons of drugs, Foul dirty mouth like kissing bums
Momma made her one, a witty son
With no respect for women so-so, show me titties hun
"You eighteen?", Me? I'm something
Okay I'm twenty, but I'm to be twenty-one
I out at shows, break shit it should be fun
Venues are pussy with me, "Should he cum?"
I'mma wax that like the chapstick in my backpack, for my lips
Then dip to Europe and come with a stack of cheese
A of cheese for these rats, Mac and Cheese
New Preme shit got me feeling flyer than a bag of
Fuck critics, (How's dick?), "Shit, How's your knees?"
Y'all on my dick more my index when I take a pee
Came up with ''Rella'', touch a bag of weed
Shit was than, Whitney Houston's needs
Golf Wang, the team to be, "Aye!", getting TU, OF, indeed
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 couple thousands spitting written verbs
Shit, now I kick it in the

Guess I win, started cashing in,
I stopped and started asking "Where my fucking passion is?",
Probably where that faggot went (Who?), talking father problems,
Shocky shit he spit to topics in a gossip 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, land in Melbourne and to Fitzroy (Aye!),
AUS was AWES, I enjoyed, boy, y'all niggas played as a toy,
Have a day as I annoy, oi.

Me and just hit a curb,
Bunny hop, 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 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?), in gardens, jazz punk shit
Playing chords, making up shit, my Dolly Parton's
And I keep sharting, hoodies with and different colors
Niggers I started kindergarten

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

My is on my handle bars
(I just ride my bike)
Slater, Slater, Slater,
My bitch is on my handle
blowing in the wind
Her freckles look like bars
My cool summer ends

Slater, Slater, Slater,

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