Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin Problems

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

(Verse 1 - Lil Wayne)
I know you who you eatin' on
me think about all them nights we got a threesome on
Make me think about how you it like your teeth are gone
If your friends hatin' on you, 'em
To each his own,
I do my drugs then I 'em off
Like it be callin' me
I need to turn my off
Ain't a fuckin'
you brought the weed along
That kush, okay I got that
Cop pounds and put my on
We can the stairs up to the stars
That's where we
Fuck that shit you
I beat that like production
Or Rocky, beat the Russian
Or like Jordan, beat the
Nigga, gimme what got
Take money like an usher
One man band, all you hear is
Told a bitch, too much selfish gonna lead to destruction
She looked me in my 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 and public housing
afford failure, I'm just browsing
I was 15 $100,000
And if you talk
I'mma fuckin'
And nigga, if your bitch got eye
You what it is, armed robbery.

(Verse 2 - Euro)
I heard 'em me "Go get 'em, young"
I haven't seen a movie since I started one
I be in a room of bitches gettin' drunk
Smokin' like a point guard, no look, passin'
you talkin' 'bout? Euro, this and that,
Wanna walk in these Have the outfit 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
stacks at 'em like "That's prolly gon' bruise"
And dream girl that I fucked came true
Now every feels like deja vu
And the no use, she ain't waitin' on you
I tell a baby, "Tell ya man kick with no shoes"
And I murder pussy, and I ain't leave a clue
Cause I put her on her knees and made her all the proof
That sick shit, a mill, yeah, I'm a fuckin'
I'm wit' it, though, bitches like fuckin' problems
And I can't solve if I'm the fuckin' problem
Just know I got 'em, let me know if there's a fuckin'
Out the city, but you can't take the out 'em
I know these hoes well, see the spittin' out 'em?
Long story short, money always
She blew the for some Red Bottoms
(Euro)