Luyện nghe bài hát Slater

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

Me? I'm the slums, niggas who pushing tons
Tons of drugs, flow dirty mouth 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
Okay I'm twenty, but I'm soon to be
I wild out at shows, break shit it be fun
Venues are like with me, "Should he cum?"
I'mma wax that like the chapstick in my backpack, for my black
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
critics, (How's your dick?), "Shit, How's 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 needs
Wang, that's the team to be, "Aye!", getting TU, OF, indeed
We was missing Sweatshirt like, the hooded sleeve
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

Guess I win, checks cashing in,
I stopped and started asking "Where my fucking passion is?",
Probably that faggot 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,
Thought roach was cool, he died and pushed me into 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, niggas played as a tot's toy,
a good day as I annoy, oi.

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

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

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

Slater, Slater, Slater,

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