Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin Problems

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

(Verse 1 - Lil Wayne)
I know you who you eatin' on
Make me think about all them nights we got a on
Make me think about how you suck it like teeth are gone
If your friends hatin' on you, 'em
To his own, yessir
I do my then I sleep 'em off
Like it be callin' me
I need to my ringer off
a fuckin' singalong
Unless you the weed along
That kush, I got that kush
Cop pounds and put my on
We can take the stairs up to the
where we belong
Fuck that you talk
I beat that pussy production
Or like Rocky, beat the
Or Jordan, beat the buzzer
Nigga, gimme what got
Take money like an usher
One man band, all you is repercussion
Told a bitch, too much selfish lead to self destruction
She looked me in my and said
Man, I ain't worried nothin'
I said shorty, you a

(Hook)
I love bad
Okay, the problem
If she she gonna come up
fuckin' drown her
I'm wildin' in public schools and housing
afford failure, I'm just browsing
I was 15 $100,000
And if you talk
fuckin' possum?
And nigga, if bitch got eye problem
You know it is, armed robbery.

(Verse 2 - Euro)
I 'em tell me "Go get 'em, young"
I seen a movie since I started livin' one
I be in a room full of bitches drunk
Smokin' like a guard, no look, passin' blunts
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Euro, and that,
Wanna walk in shoes? Have the outfit 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 these new bitches old
Throwin' stacks at 'em like "That's prolly bruise"
And every dream girl that I came true
Now every night feels 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 ain't 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 it, though, bitches like fuckin' problems
And I can't solve shit if I'm the fuckin'
Just I got 'em, let me know if there's a fuckin' problem
Out the city, but you can't take the out 'em
I know these hoes well, see the spittin' out 'em?
story short, money always colorblind
She the team for some Red Bottoms
(Euro)