Luyện nghe bài hát Slater

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

Me? I'm from the slums, who pushing tons
Tons of drugs, Foul flow dirty like kissing bums
Momma done made her one, a son
no respect for women so-so, show me your titties hun
"You eighteen?", Me? I'm something
I'm twenty, but I'm soon to be twenty-one
I out at shows, break 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 stack of
A stack of for these rats, Mac and Cheese
New Preme shit got me feeling than a bag of bees
Fuck critics, (How's your dick?), "Shit, your knees?"
Y'all on my dick more than my when I take a pee
Came up ''Rella'', ain't touch a bag of weed
Shit was doper than, Whitney Houston's
Wang, that's the team to be, "Aye!", getting TU, OF, indeed
We was missing Sweatshirt like, where's the hooded
Okay, nevermind, we him

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

I win, checks started cashing in,
I stopped rapping and started "Where my fucking passion is?",
Probably where that faggot went (Who?), talking father problems,
Shocky shit he to popping topics in a gossip column,
I ask for this, I did it out of boredom,
Thought that roach was cool, he died and me into stardom,
Now Ye's PJ 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 as a tot's toy,
Have a day as I annoy, oi.

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

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

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

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

Slater, Slater, Slater,

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