Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin Problems

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

(Verse 1 - Lil Wayne)
I know you likin' who you on
Make me think about all nights we got a threesome on
me think about how you suck it like your teeth are gone
If your hatin' on you, fuck 'em
To his own, yessir
I do my drugs then I 'em off
Like it just be me
I need to turn my off
Ain't a fuckin'
Unless you the weed along
kush, okay I got that kush
Cop and put my people on
We can the stairs up to the stars
where we belong
Fuck shit you talk
I beat that pussy production
Or like Rocky, the Russian
Or like Jordan, beat the
Nigga, what you've got
that money like an usher
One man band, all you hear is
Told a bitch, too much selfish gonna lead to self
She me in my eyes and said
Man, I ain't worried nothin'
I said shorty, you a

(Hook)
I bad bitches
Okay, what's the
If she thinks she come up
I'mma fuckin' her
I'm wildin' in public schools and public
Can't afford failure, I'm browsing
I was 15 $100,000
And if you talk
I'mma fuckin'
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 seen a since I started livin' one
I be in a room of bitches gettin' drunk
Smokin' like a point guard, no look, passin'
Fuck you talkin' Euro, this and that,
Wanna walk in these Have the outfit to match
And schemin' on what I had, but
We put money in the bag or a body in the bag (You choose)
And all these new bitches old
Throwin' stacks at 'em like "That's prolly bruise"
And every dream girl I fucked came true
Now every feels like deja vu
And the hatin's no use, she ain't on you
I a baby, "Tell ya man kick rocks with no shoes"
And I that pussy, and I ain't leave a clue
Cause I put her on her knees and her swallow all the proof
That sick shit, a mill, yeah, I'm a problem
I'm fine wit' it, though, bitches like problems
And I can't shit if I'm the fuckin' problem
Just know I got 'em, let me if there's a fuckin' problem
Out the city, but you can't the city out 'em
I know hoes well, see the water spittin' out 'em?
Long story short, money colorblind
She blew the team for Red Bottoms
(Euro)