Luyện nghe bài hát Slater

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

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
With no respect for women so-so, show me your hun
"You eighteen?", Me? I'm twenty
I'm twenty, but I'm soon to be twenty-one
I wild out at shows, break it should be fun
Venues are pussy with me, "Should he cum?"
wax that like the chapstick in my backpack, for my black lips
Then dip to and come back with a stack of cheese
A of cheese for these rats, Mac and Cheese
New Preme shit got me feeling flyer a bag of bees
Fuck critics, (How's your dick?), "Shit, How's knees?"
Y'all on my dick more than my index when I a pee
Came up with ''Rella'', ain't touch a bag of
Shit was than, Whitney Houston's needs
Golf Wang, that's the team to be, "Aye!", TU, OF, indeed
We was missing Sweatshirt like, the hooded sleeve
Okay, nevermind, we him

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

Guess I win, started cashing in,
I stopped rapping and started "Where my fucking passion is?",
Probably where that faggot (Who?), Tyler talking father problems,
Shocky 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 died and me into stardom,
Now Ye's PJ sippin leche, Ahoy! boy, listening to Cowboy,
Aye boy, land in Melbourne and to Fitzroy (Aye!),
AUS was AWES, I enjoyed, boy, y'all 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 spitting written verbs
Shit, now I it in the 'burbs

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

Frank Ocean, Tyler, the Creator]
My is on my handle bars
(I just wanna my bike)
Slater, Slater, Slater,
My bitch is on my bars
blowing in the wind
Her freckles look like candy
Hair in the wind

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

Slater, Slater, Slater,

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