Luyện nghe bài hát Fucking Lame

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

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

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