Luyện nghe bài hát Fucking Lame

1]
I'm rolling through in a Beemer looking cleaner
Drinking on the Slurpee, eating that fajita
My passenger is occupied by Senorita
And keeps on bugging me about wanting to meet her
I don't need her, I'm just tryna treat her real nice
So on, up in the night, I could go beat her
And a lie about the gonorrhea
So she don't feel guilty about me to leave her
That "fuck" on t-shirt print is
And I got that '87 flow, like an Easter
Basket, you faggots, is plastic, like nerds old glasses
But I'm still liable to get my ass
Conned-Sort actor, a Baby addict in the attic
Where you losers get me
Nikon and the Canon, they were never the
And please do not a picture, I can't be seen with you lames

Man, y'all muthafuckin' lames
Man, y'all some muthafuckin'
Don't lie to yourself, y'all some
Man, some lames
The Canon don't flash, some lames
I cannot be with you lames
You is some lames

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Can't for, flashing, like a cop car
Me and. well, I'm a rock star
y'all the O.F. is banging on 'em
Custom curlex rolling we're Ronald Regan on 'em
Y'all drug dealers, I Sagan on 'em
Chop and screw Nas tracks, I got piano's on 'em
My shirt is yellow, but the grill is
I couldn't take the Ritalin cause my the pill is old
I skate, but I guess that's lost control
I don't sense, sorry I sold my soul
For some gold low-price, stale rate
Authentic, never fake, check the poll, our
with authentics, check my steelo
Cause my mob's like we Ceelo
And he know, I am yes and even she
Every instrument is a gram,