Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin Problems

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

(Verse 1 - Lil Wayne)
I know you likin' who you on
Make me think all them nights we got a threesome on
Make me think about how you suck it like teeth are gone
If friends hatin' on you, fuck 'em
To each his own,
I do my drugs I sleep 'em off
Like it just be me
I need to turn my off
a fuckin' singalong
Unless you the weed along
That kush, I got that kush
Cop and put my people on
We can take the stairs up to the
where we belong
Fuck that you talk
I beat that like production
Or like Rocky, the Russian
Or like Jordan, beat the
Nigga, what you've got
Take that money an usher
One man band, all you is repercussion
Told a bitch, too selfish gonna lead to self destruction
She looked me in my and said
Man, I ain't 'bout nothin'
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 schools and public
Can't failure, I'm just browsing
I was 15 $100,000
And if you trash
I'mma possum?
And nigga, if your bitch got eye
You know it is, armed 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 bitches drunk
Smokin' a point guard, no look, passin' blunts
Fuck you talkin' Euro, this and that,
Wanna walk in 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 these new bitches old
Throwin' at 'em like "That's prolly gon' bruise"
And every dream girl that I fucked came
Now night feels like 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 that 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 fine wit' it, though, like fuckin' problems
And I can't shit if I'm the fuckin' problem
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 well, see the water spittin' out 'em?
Long story short, money always
She blew the team for some Red
(Euro)