Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin Problems

(Hook - Lil Wayne)
I all my bitches
my fuckin' problem
A 2 dollar bill is still a dollars
And if any one of them got a fuckin' problem
I'mma all of 'em
Cause fuckin' cowards
I love red
There's something 'bout 'em
But I'm gettin' better 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 who you eatin' on
Make me think about all them nights we got a on
Make me think about how you suck it like your are gone
If your friends hatin' on you, 'em
To each his own,
I do my drugs I sleep 'em off
Like it be callin' me
I need to turn my off
Ain't a singalong
Unless you the weed along
That kush, okay I got kush
Cop pounds and put my on
We can the stairs up to the stars
That's we belong
that shit you talk
I beat that like production
Or Rocky, beat the Russian
Or like Jordan, the buzzer
Nigga, gimme you've got
Take that like an usher
One man band, all you hear is
Told a bitch, too selfish gonna lead to self destruction
She looked me in my eyes and
Man, I ain't worried 'bout
I said shorty, you a

(Hook)
I bad bitches
Okay, what's the
If she thinks she come up
fuckin' drown 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 got eye problem
You know what it is, robbery.

(Verse 2 - Euro)
I 'em tell me "Go get 'em, young"
I haven't seen a movie since I livin' one
I be in a room full of gettin' drunk
Smokin' like a point guard, no look, blunts
you talkin' 'bout? Euro, this and that,
Wanna walk in these shoes? Have the outfit to
And niggas on what I had, but
We gon' put in the bag or a body in the bag (You choose)
And all these new bitches old
Throwin' at 'em like "That's prolly gon' bruise"
And every dream girl that I fucked came
Now every night like deja vu
And the hatin's no use, she waitin' on you
I tell a baby, "Tell ya man rocks with no shoes"
And I murder that pussy, and I ain't leave a
I put her on her knees and made her swallow all the proof
That shit, a mill, yeah, I'm a fuckin' problem
I'm fine wit' it, though, like fuckin' problems
And I solve 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 take the out 'em
I these hoes well, see the water spittin' out 'em?
story short, money always colorblind
She blew the for some Red Bottoms
(Euro)