Luyện nghe bài hát Fucking Lame

1]
I'm rolling through in a Beemer looking cleaner
Drinking on the blueberry Slurpee, eating fajita
My passenger seat is occupied by
And mother keeps on bugging me about wanting to 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 make a lie the gonorrhea
So she don't feel about me wanting to leave her
That "fuck" on t-shirt is cheetah
And I got '87 bunny flow, like an Easter
Basket, you faggots, is plastic, like with old glasses
But I'm still liable to get my ass
Conned-Sort actor, a Baby Milo addict in the
you losers can't get me
Nikon and the Canon, they were the same
And please do not take a picture, I can't be seen you lames

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

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Can't for, flashing, like a cop car
Me and. rock well, I'm a rock
y'all the O.F. is banging on 'em
Custom curlex 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 is yellow, but the grill is gold
I couldn't take the Ritalin my therapist the pill is old
I can't skate, but I that's lost control
I don't have sense, sorry I my soul
For some Bapes low-price, stale rate
Authentic, never fake, check the poll, our
Stay with authentics, check my
my mob's goodie like we Ceelo
And he know, I am yes and she know
Every instrument is a gram,