Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin Problems

(Hook - Lil Wayne)
I all my bitches
That's my fuckin'
A 2 dollar is still a couple dollars
And if any one of niggas got a fuckin' problem
milk all of 'em
Cause they cowards
I love red
There's just something 'em
But I'm gettin' better from a brown one
schoolin' y'all niggas, I'm your alma mater
I'm the
Where the fly

(Verse 1 - Lil Wayne)
I you likin' who you eatin' on
Make me think about all nights we got a threesome on
Make me think about how you suck it your teeth are gone
If your friends on you, fuck 'em
To his own, yessir
I do my drugs I sleep 'em off
Like it be callin' me
I need to turn my off
a fuckin' singalong
Unless you brought the along
That kush, okay I got kush
Cop pounds and put my on
We can take the stairs up to the
That's where we
Fuck that shit you
I beat that pussy like
Or like Rocky, the Russian
Or like Jordan, beat the
Nigga, gimme you've got
Take that money like an
One man band, all you hear is
a bitch, too much selfish gonna lead to self destruction
She looked me in my eyes and
Man, I ain't worried 'bout
I shorty, you a beast

(Hook)
I love bad
Okay, what's the
If she she gonna come up
I'mma fuckin' her
I'm wildin' in public and public housing
Can't failure, I'm just browsing
I was 15 $100,000
And if you trash
fuckin' possum?
And nigga, if bitch got eye problem
You what it is, armed robbery.

(Verse 2 - Euro)
I heard 'em me "Go get 'em, young"
I haven't a movie since I started livin' one
I be in a room full of gettin' drunk
Smokin' a point guard, no look, passin' blunts
Fuck you 'bout? Euro, this and that,
Wanna walk in these shoes? Have the to match
And niggas schemin' on I had, but
We put money in the bag or a body in the bag (You choose)
And all new bitches old news
Throwin' stacks at 'em like "That's gon' bruise"
And every girl that I fucked came true
Now every feels like deja vu
And the hatin's no use, she ain't on you
I tell a baby, "Tell ya man kick with no shoes"
And I murder that pussy, and I leave a clue
I put her on her knees and made her swallow all the proof
That sick shit, a mill, yeah, I'm a problem
I'm wit' it, though, bitches like fuckin' problems
And I can't shit if I'm the fuckin' problem
Just know I got 'em, let me know if a fuckin' problem
Out the city, but you can't take the out 'em
I know these hoes well, see the water out 'em?
story short, money always colorblind
She blew the team for Red Bottoms
(Euro)