Luyện nghe bài hát Slater

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

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

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

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

with panorama's views
My shoes have seen more vans than Mexicanas with crackers in
G-O-to the-L-F, this O-F, I open a store so I stress
But I, (What?), mosh in gardens, jazz punk shit
Playing chords, making up shit, pardon my 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 just ride my bike)
Slater, Slater, Slater,
My bitch is on my handle
blowing in the wind
Her freckles look candy bars
Hair in the wind

My bitch is on my handle
(I wanna ride my bike)
Slater, Slater, Slater,
My bitch is on my handle
Hair in the wind
Her freckles look like candy
My cool never ends

Slater, Slater, Slater,

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