Luyện nghe bài hát Fucking Lame

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

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

2]
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
curlex rolling while we're Ronald Regan on 'em
Y'all dealers, I Carl Sagan on 'em
and screw Nas tracks, I got piano's waiting on 'em
My shirt is yellow, but the 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 have sense, sorry I sold my soul
For some Bapes low-price, stale rate
Authentic, never fake, the poll, our statistic
Stay with authentics, my steelo
my mob's goodie like we Ceelo
And he know, I am yes and she know
Every is a gram, kilo