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 niggas got a problem
milk all of 'em
Cause they cowards
I red bitches
There's something 'bout 'em
But I'm gettin' better pussy a brown 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 about all them we got a threesome on
Make me think about how you suck it like your teeth are
If friends hatin' on you, fuck 'em
To his own, yessir
I do my drugs then I 'em off
Like it be callin' me
I to turn my ringer off
a fuckin' singalong
Unless you brought the 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 shit you
I that pussy like production
Or like Rocky, beat the
Or Jordan, beat the buzzer
Nigga, gimme what got
Take that like 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 worried nothin'
I shorty, you a beast

(Hook)
I love bad
Okay, the problem
If she thinks she come up
I'mma drown her
I'm wildin' in public and public housing
Can't failure, I'm just browsing
I was 15 $100,000
And if you talk
I'mma possum?
And nigga, if your bitch got eye
You know what it is, robbery.

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