Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin Problems

(Hook - Lil Wayne)
I all my bitches
my fuckin' problem
A 2 dollar bill is still a couple
And if any one of niggas got a fuckin' problem
I'mma all of 'em
Cause fuckin' cowards
I love red
just something 'bout 'em
But I'm gettin' pussy from a brown one
Been y'all niggas, I'm your alma mater
I'm the
Where the fly

(Verse 1 - Lil Wayne)
I know you likin' who you on
Make me think about all them nights we got a on
Make me about how you suck it like your teeth are gone
If friends hatin' on you, fuck 'em
To each his own,
I do my drugs I sleep 'em off
it just be callin' me
I to turn my ringer off
Ain't a singalong
Unless you brought the along
That kush, I got that kush
Cop and put my people on
We can the stairs up to the stars
where we belong
Fuck that you talk
I beat that pussy production
Or like Rocky, beat the
Or like Jordan, beat the
Nigga, gimme you've got
that money like an usher
One man band, all you is repercussion
Told a bitch, too much selfish gonna lead to destruction
She looked me in my eyes and
Man, I ain't 'bout nothin'
I said shorty, you a

(Hook)
I bad bitches
Okay, the problem
If she she gonna come up
I'mma fuckin' her
I'm in public schools and public housing
afford failure, I'm just browsing
I was 15 $100,000
And if you trash
I'mma fuckin'
And nigga, if your got eye problem
You what it is, armed robbery.

(Verse 2 - Euro)
I 'em tell me "Go get 'em, young"
I haven't seen a movie since I started one
I be in a room full of bitches drunk
like a point guard, no look, passin' blunts
Fuck you talkin' Euro, this and that,
walk in these shoes? Have the outfit to match
And schemin' on what 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 girl that 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 murder 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 fuckin' problems
And I can't solve shit if I'm the fuckin'
know I got 'em, let me know if there's a fuckin' problem
Out the city, but you take the city out 'em
I know these well, see the water spittin' out 'em?
Long story short, money colorblind
She blew the for some Red Bottoms
(Euro)