Luyện nghe bài hát Fucking Lame

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I'm rolling through Ladera in a Beemer looking
Drinking on the blueberry Slurpee, that fajita
My passenger seat is occupied by
And mother keeps on me about wanting 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 about me wanting to leave her
That "fuck" on t-shirt is cheetah
And I got that '87 bunny flow, an Easter
Basket, you faggots, is plastic, nerds with old glasses
But I'm still to get my ass kicked
Conned-Sort actor, a Baby addict in the attic
Where you losers 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, some muthafuckin' lames
lie to yourself, y'all some lames
Man, some lames
The Canon don't flash, some lames
I cannot be seen with you
You mothafuckas is some

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Can't for, flashing, like a cop car
Me and. well, I'm a rock star
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
and screw Nas tracks, I got piano's waiting on 'em
My shirt is yellow, but the is gold
I take the Ritalin cause my therapist the pill is old
I can't skate, but I guess lost control
I don't have sense, sorry I my soul
For some gold low-price, stale rate
Authentic, fake, check the poll, our statistic
Stay with authentics, my steelo
Cause my goodie like we Ceelo
And he know, I am yes and even she
Every is a gram, kilo