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 the slums, niggas who pushing tons
Tons of drugs, flow dirty mouth like kissing bums
done made her one, a witty son
With no respect for women so-so, show me your hun
"You eighteen?", Me? I'm twenty
Okay I'm twenty, but I'm to be twenty-one
I wild out at shows, shit it should be fun
Venues are like with me, "Should he cum?"
I'mma wax that like the chapstick in my backpack, for my lips
Then dip to Europe and back 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
Came up ''Rella'', ain't touch a bag of weed
Shit was doper than, Whitney Houston's
Golf Wang, that's the team to be, "Aye!", getting TU, OF,
We was missing like, where's 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 written verbs
Shit, now I it in the 'burbs

I win, checks started cashing in,
I rapping and started asking "Where my fucking passion is?",
where that faggot went (Who?), Tyler talking father problems,
Shocky shit he spit to 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, niggas played as a tot's toy,
Have a day as I annoy, oi.

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

Cameras with panorama's
My shoes have seen more vans than Mexicanas with crackers in
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

[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 in the wind
Her freckles like candy bars
blowing in the wind

My bitch is on my bars
(I just wanna my bike)
Slater, Slater, Slater,
My bitch is on my bars
Hair blowing in the
Her freckles look like bars
My cool summer never

Slater, Slater, Slater,

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