Luyện nghe bài hát Fucking Lame

1]
I'm rolling Ladera in a Beemer looking cleaner
on the blueberry Slurpee, eating that fajita
My seat is occupied by Senorita
And keeps 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 could go 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 '87 bunny flow, like an Easter
Basket, you faggots, is plastic, like with old glasses
But I'm liable to get my ass kicked
Conned-Sort actor, a Baby Milo in the attic
Where you losers 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 muthafuckin' lames
Don't lie to yourself, y'all some
Man, y'all lames
The Canon don't flash, some lames
I cannot be seen with you
You mothafuckas is lames

2]
Can't stop for, flashing, a cop car
Me and. rock well, I'm a rock
Fuck the O.F. is banging on 'em
Custom rolling while we're Ronald Regan on 'em
Y'all drug dealers, I Carl 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 can't skate, but I guess that's lost
I don't have sense, sorry I my soul
For some gold low-price, stale rate
Authentic, never fake, check the poll, our
Stay with authentics, my steelo
my mob's goodie like we Ceelo
And he know, I am yes and even she
Every instrument is a gram,