Luyện nghe bài hát Fucking Lame

1]
I'm rolling through in a Beemer looking cleaner
Drinking on the blueberry Slurpee, eating that
My passenger seat is occupied by
And keeps on bugging me about wanting to meet her
I don't really need her, I'm just tryna treat her nice
So later on, up in the night, I could go her
And make a lie about the
So she don't feel about me wanting to leave her
"fuck" on t-shirt print is cheetah
And I got that '87 flow, like an Easter
Basket, you faggots, is plastic, like 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 the same
And please do not a picture, I can't be seen with you lames

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

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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 dealers, I Carl 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 therapist the is old
I can't skate, but I 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
Stay with authentics, check my
Cause my goodie like we Ceelo
And he know, I am yes and she know
Every instrument is a gram,