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 just something 'em
But I'm gettin' better from a brown one
Been y'all niggas, I'm your alma mater
I'm the
the fly swatter

(Verse 1 - Lil Wayne)
I know you likin' who you on
me think about all them nights we got a threesome 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 then I 'em off
it just be callin' me
I need to turn my off
Ain't a singalong
you brought the weed along
That kush, okay I got kush
Cop pounds and put my on
We can take the up to the stars
That's where we
Fuck that you talk
I beat that pussy like
Or like Rocky, beat the
Or like Jordan, beat the
Nigga, gimme what 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 eyes and
Man, I ain't 'bout nothin'
I shorty, you a beast

(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
Can't afford failure, I'm browsing
I was 15 $100,000
And if you trash
I'mma fuckin'
And nigga, if bitch got eye problem
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 started one
I be in a room full of bitches gettin'
Smokin' like a point guard, no look, blunts
you talkin' 'bout? Euro, this and that,
Wanna walk in these Have the outfit to match
And niggas 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' stacks at 'em like "That's gon' bruise"
And every girl that I fucked came true
Now every night like deja vu
And the no use, she ain't waitin' on you
I tell a baby, "Tell ya man rocks with no shoes"
And I murder that pussy, and I ain't a clue
Cause I put her on her and made her swallow all the proof
That shit, a mill, yeah, I'm a fuckin' problem
I'm fine wit' it, though, bitches like problems
And I can't shit if I'm the fuckin' problem
know I got 'em, let me know if there's a fuckin' problem
Out the city, but you take the city out 'em
I know these hoes well, see the water out 'em?
Long story short, money colorblind
She blew the for some Red Bottoms
(Euro)