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 is occupied by Senorita
And mother keeps on bugging me about to meet her
I don't really need her, I'm just 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 about me to leave her
"fuck" on t-shirt print is cheetah
And I got that '87 bunny flow, an Easter
Basket, you faggots, is plastic, like nerds with old
But I'm still to get my ass kicked
Conned-Sort actor, a Baby Milo in the attic
you losers can't get me
Nikon and the Canon, they were never the
And please do not take a picture, I can't be seen you lames

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

2]
Can't stop for, flashing, a cop car
Me and. rock well, I'm a star
Fuck y'all the O.F. is on 'em
Custom 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 grill is
I couldn't take the Ritalin my therapist the pill is old
I skate, but I guess that's lost control
I have sense, sorry I sold my soul
For some gold low-price, stale rate
Authentic, never fake, the poll, our statistic
with authentics, check my steelo
Cause my mob's goodie like we
And he know, I am yes and even she
instrument is a gram, kilo