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 written
Shit, now I kick it in the

Me? I'm from the slums, niggas who pushing
Tons of drugs, flow dirty mouth like kissing bums
Momma done made her one, a 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 soon to be
I wild out at shows, break shit it be fun
Venues are pussy with me, "Should he cum?"
I'mma wax that the chapstick in my backpack, for my black 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 than a bag of
Fuck critics, (How's your dick?), "Shit, 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, Houston's needs
Golf Wang, that's the to be, "Aye!", getting TU, OF, indeed
We was missing like, where's the hooded sleeve
Okay, nevermind, we him

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

Guess I win, checks cashing in,
I stopped rapping and asking "Where my fucking passion is?",
Probably where that faggot went (Who?), Tyler father problems,
Shocky shit he spit to popping topics in a 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 sippin leche, Chips Ahoy! boy, to Cowboy,
Aye boy, in Melbourne and skate to Fitzroy (Aye!),
AUS was AWES, I enjoyed, boy, y'all niggas as a tot's toy,
a good day as I annoy, oi.

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

Cameras with 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 I, (What?), mosh in gardens, jazz punk shit
Playing chords, up shit, pardon my Dolly Parton's
And I keep sharting, hoodies with and different colors
Niggers I started kindergarten

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

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

Slater, Slater, Slater,

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