Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin Problems

(Hook - Lil Wayne)
I love all my
my fuckin' problem
A 2 bill is still a couple dollars
And if any one of niggas got a fuckin' problem
milk all of 'em
Cause they fuckin'
I love red
There's something 'bout 'em
But I'm gettin' pussy from a brown 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 hatin' on you, fuck 'em
To his own, yessir
I do my drugs then I 'em off
Like it just be me
I need to turn my off
a fuckin' singalong
Unless you brought the along
That kush, I got that kush
Cop and put my people on
We can take the stairs up to the
That's where we
Fuck that you talk
I that pussy like production
Or Rocky, beat the Russian
Or like Jordan, beat the
Nigga, what you've got
Take that like an usher
One man band, all you is repercussion
Told a bitch, too much gonna lead to self destruction
She looked me in my eyes and
Man, I ain't 'bout nothin'
I said shorty, you a

(Hook)
I love bad
Okay, what's the
If she thinks she gonna up
fuckin' drown her
I'm wildin' in public schools and housing
Can't afford failure, I'm just
I was 15 $100,000
And if you trash
I'mma possum?
And nigga, if your bitch got eye
You know what it is, 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 talkin' 'bout? Euro, and that,
Wanna in these 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 "That's prolly gon' bruise"
And every dream girl 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 and made 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 if I'm the fuckin' problem
Just I got 'em, let me know if there's a fuckin' problem
Out the city, but you take the city out 'em
I these hoes well, see the water spittin' out 'em?
Long story short, money colorblind
She blew the team for Red Bottoms
(Euro)