Luyện nghe bài hát Slater

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

Me? I'm from the slums, niggas who tons
Tons of drugs, Foul flow dirty mouth like kissing
done made her one, a witty son
With no respect for women so-so, me your titties hun
"You eighteen?", Me? I'm twenty
Okay I'm twenty, but I'm soon to be
I wild out at shows, shit it should be fun
Venues are pussy with me, "Should he cum?"
wax that like the chapstick in my backpack, for my black lips
Then dip to Europe and back with a stack of cheese
A of cheese for these rats, Mac and Cheese
New Preme got me feeling flyer than a bag of bees
Fuck critics, (How's your dick?), "Shit, your knees?"
Y'all on my more 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 to be, "Aye!", getting TU, OF, indeed
We was Sweatshirt 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.
a couple thousands turds spitting written verbs
Shit, now I it in the 'burbs

Guess I win, started cashing in,
I stopped rapping and started asking "Where my fucking is?",
Probably where that faggot (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, Chips Ahoy! boy, to Cowboy,
Aye boy, land in Melbourne and to Fitzroy (Aye!),
AUS was AWES, I enjoyed, boy, y'all niggas as a tot's toy,
Have a day as I annoy, oi.

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

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

Frank Ocean, Tyler, the Creator]
My is on my handle bars
(I just ride my bike)
Slater, Slater, Slater,
My bitch is on my bars
Hair in the wind
Her freckles look candy bars
blowing in the wind

My bitch is on my bars
(I just ride my bike)
Slater, Slater, Slater,
My bitch is on my bars
Hair in the wind
Her freckles like candy bars
My cool summer ends

Slater, Slater, Slater,

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