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 kick it in the

Me? I'm from the slums, who pushing tons
Tons of drugs, Foul flow dirty mouth like kissing
Momma made her one, a witty son
With no respect for so-so, show me your titties hun
"You eighteen?", Me? I'm something
Okay I'm twenty, but I'm to be twenty-one
I wild out at shows, break it should be fun
Venues are like with 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 for these rats, Mac and Cheese
New Preme shit got me feeling flyer a bag of bees
Fuck critics, (How's your dick?), "Shit, your knees?"
Y'all on my dick more my index when I take a pee
up with ''Rella'', ain't touch a bag of weed
Shit was doper than, Whitney needs
Golf Wang, that's the team to be, "Aye!", getting TU, OF,
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 spitting verbs
Shit, now I kick it in the

Guess I win, checks cashing in,
I stopped rapping and asking "Where my fucking passion is?",
Probably where 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 that roach was cool, he and pushed me into stardom,
Now Ye's PJ sippin leche, Chips Ahoy! boy, to Cowboy,
Aye boy, land in 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 Slater hit a curb,
hop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D.
Made a couple turds spitting written verbs
Shit, now I it in the 'burbs

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

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

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

Slater, Slater, Slater,

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