Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin Problems

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

(Verse 1 - Lil Wayne)
I know you likin' who you on
Make me think about all them we got a threesome on
Make me think about how you suck it like your teeth are
If your friends on you, fuck 'em
To each his own,
I do my drugs then I 'em off
it just be callin' me
I need to turn my off
Ain't a fuckin'
Unless you brought the weed
That kush, I got that kush
Cop pounds and put my on
We can take the up to the stars
That's where we
Fuck that shit you
I beat that pussy like
Or like Rocky, beat the
Or Jordan, beat the buzzer
Nigga, gimme you've got
Take that like an usher
One man band, all you hear is
Told a bitch, too much gonna lead to self destruction
She looked me in my and said
Man, I ain't 'bout nothin'
I shorty, you a beast

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

(Verse 2 - Euro)
I heard 'em me "Go get 'em, young"
I haven't seen a movie I started livin' one
I be in a room of bitches 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 gon' put money in the bag or a in the bag (You choose)
And all new bitches old news
Throwin' stacks at 'em "That's prolly gon' bruise"
And every dream girl that I fucked true
Now every feels like deja vu
And the hatin's no use, she waitin' on you
I tell a baby, "Tell ya man kick rocks no shoes"
And I murder pussy, and I ain't leave a clue
Cause I put her on her and made her swallow all the proof
sick shit, a mill, yeah, I'm a fuckin' 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 know if a fuckin' problem
Out the city, but you can't take the out 'em
I know hoes well, see the water spittin' out 'em?
Long short, money always colorblind
She blew the team for some Red
(Euro)