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 spitting written
Shit, now I it in the 'burbs

Me? I'm from the slums, niggas who tons
Tons of drugs, Foul flow dirty mouth like kissing
done made her one, a witty son
With no for women so-so, show me your titties hun
"You eighteen?", Me? I'm twenty
Okay I'm twenty, but I'm to be twenty-one
I wild out at shows, break 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 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
critics, (How's your dick?), "Shit, How's your knees?"
Y'all on my dick than my index when I take a pee
Came up with ''Rella'', ain't touch a bag of
was doper than, Whitney Houston's needs
Golf Wang, that's the to be, "Aye!", getting TU, OF, indeed
We was missing Sweatshirt like, the hooded sleeve
Okay, nevermind, we him

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 it in the 'burbs

Guess I win, started cashing in,
I stopped and started asking "Where my fucking passion is?",
Probably that faggot 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,
that roach was cool, he died and pushed me into stardom,
Now PJ sippin leche, Chips Ahoy! boy, listening 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 just hit a curb,
Bunny hop, zoning out, to N.E.R.D.
Made a couple thousands spitting written verbs
Shit, now I it in the 'burbs

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

[Interlude: Frank Ocean, Tyler, 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 freckles like candy bars
blowing in the wind

My bitch is on my handle
(I just wanna my bike)
Slater, Slater, Slater,
My bitch is on my handle
Hair in the wind
Her freckles look candy bars
My summer never ends

Slater, Slater, Slater,

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