Luyện nghe bài hát Fucking Lame

1]
I'm rolling through Ladera in a Beemer looking
Drinking on the blueberry Slurpee, eating that
My passenger seat is occupied by
And mother on bugging me about wanting to meet her
I really need 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 wanting to her
That "fuck" on t-shirt is cheetah
And I got that '87 flow, like an Easter
Basket, you faggots, is plastic, like nerds with old
But I'm still liable to get my ass
Conned-Sort actor, a Baby Milo addict in the
Where you losers get me
Nikon and the Canon, they were the same
And please do not take a picture, I can't be seen with you

Man, y'all muthafuckin' lames
Man, y'all some muthafuckin'
Don't lie to yourself, y'all some
Man, y'all some
The Canon don't flash, y'all lames
I be seen with you lames
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
curlex rolling while we're Ronald Regan on 'em
Y'all drug dealers, I Carl on 'em
and screw Nas tracks, I got piano's waiting on 'em
My shirt is yellow, but the is gold
I couldn't take the Ritalin cause my the pill 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, the poll, our statistic
Stay with authentics, check my
Cause my mob's goodie like we
And he know, I am yes and even she
Every instrument is a gram,