Luyện nghe bài hát Fucking Lame

1]
I'm through Ladera 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 to meet her
I don't really need her, I'm just tryna her real nice
So later on, up in the night, I could go her
And make a lie the gonorrhea
So she don't guilty 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, like nerds old glasses
But I'm liable to get my ass kicked
Conned-Sort actor, a Baby addict in the attic
Where you can't get me
Nikon and the Canon, they were the same
And please do not take a picture, I be seen with you lames

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

2]
Can't for, flashing, like a cop car
Me and. rock well, I'm a star
Fuck the O.F. is banging on 'em
Custom curlex rolling while Ronald Regan on 'em
Y'all dealers, I Carl Sagan 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 cause my therapist the is old
I can't skate, but I that's lost control
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, check my
Cause my mob's goodie we Ceelo
And he know, I am yes and even she
Every is a gram, kilo