Luyện nghe bài hát Slater

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

Me? I'm from the slums, niggas who pushing
of drugs, Foul flow dirty mouth like kissing bums
Momma made her one, a witty son
With no respect for women so-so, show me titties hun
"You eighteen?", Me? I'm something
Okay I'm twenty, but I'm to be twenty-one
I out at shows, break shit it should be fun
Venues are like pussy me, "Should he cum?"
I'mma wax that like the in my backpack, for my black lips
Then dip to Europe and come with a stack of cheese
A stack of cheese for these rats, Mac and
New Preme shit got me feeling than a bag of bees
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
Shit was doper than, Whitney needs
Golf Wang, that's the team to be, "Aye!", 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 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 went (Who?), Tyler talking father problems,
shit he spit to popping topics 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 Ye's PJ sippin leche, Ahoy! boy, listening to Cowboy,
Aye boy, land in and skate to Fitzroy (Aye!),
AUS was AWES, I enjoyed, boy, y'all niggas played as a 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 kick it in the

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 don't
But nigga I, (What?), mosh in gardens, jazz punk
Playing chords, up shit, pardon my Dolly Parton's
And I keep sharting, hoodies rectangles and different colors
Niggers think I started

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

Slater, Slater, Slater,

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