Luyện nghe bài hát Slater

Me and just hit a curb,
Bunny hop, out, listening 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, who pushing tons
Tons of drugs, Foul flow dirty mouth kissing bums
Momma done her one, a witty 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 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 back with a of cheese
A stack of for these rats, Mac and Cheese
New shit got me feeling flyer than a bag of bees
Fuck critics, (How's your dick?), "Shit, How's knees?"
Y'all on my more 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, the team 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.
a couple thousands turds spitting written verbs
Shit, now I kick it in the

Guess I win, started cashing in,
I stopped rapping and started asking "Where my passion is?",
Probably where that faggot went (Who?), Tyler 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 pushed me stardom,
Now Ye's PJ leche, Chips Ahoy! boy, listening to Cowboy,
Aye boy, land in Melbourne and skate to (Aye!),
AUS was AWES, I enjoyed, boy, y'all played as a tot's toy,
a good day as I annoy, oi.

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 it in the 'burbs

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

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

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

Slater, Slater, Slater,

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