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 is occupied by Senorita
And mother keeps on bugging me about wanting to her
I really need her, I'm just tryna treat her real nice
So later on, up in the night, I go beat her
And make a lie about the
So she don't feel guilty about me to leave her
That "fuck" on t-shirt print is
And I got that '87 bunny flow, an Easter
Basket, you faggots, is plastic, like with old glasses
But I'm still liable to get my ass
Conned-Sort actor, a Baby Milo addict in the
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, y'all some muthafuckin'
Man, y'all some muthafuckin'
lie to yourself, y'all some lames
Man, some lames
The Canon don't flash, y'all lames
I cannot be with you lames
You mothafuckas is some

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