Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin Problems

(Hook - Lil Wayne)
I all my bitches
my fuckin' problem
A 2 dollar bill is still a couple
And if any one of them niggas got a problem
I'mma all of 'em
Cause they fuckin'
I red bitches
There's just '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 you likin' who you eatin' on
Make me think all them nights we got a threesome on
Make me think how you suck it like your teeth are gone
If your friends hatin' on you, 'em
To each his own,
I do my then I sleep 'em off
Like it just be me
I to turn my ringer off
Ain't a singalong
you brought the weed along
That kush, okay I got kush
Cop and put my people on
We can the stairs up to the stars
where we belong
Fuck that you talk
I beat that pussy production
Or Rocky, beat 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 worried nothin'
I shorty, you a beast

(Hook)
I love bad
Okay, what's the
If she thinks she gonna up
I'mma fuckin' her
I'm wildin' in public schools and public
Can't afford failure, I'm just
I was 15 $100,000
And if you trash
I'mma fuckin'
And nigga, if bitch got eye problem
You what it is, armed 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 full of bitches drunk
like a point guard, no look, passin' blunts
Fuck you '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 dream girl that I fucked true
Now night 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 that pussy, and I ain't leave a clue
Cause I put her on her knees and made her swallow all the
That sick shit, a mill, yeah, I'm a problem
I'm fine wit' it, though, like fuckin' problems
And I can't solve shit if I'm the fuckin'
Just I got 'em, let me know if there's a fuckin' problem
Out the city, but you can't the city out 'em
I know these hoes well, see the water out 'em?
Long story short, money always
She blew the for some Red Bottoms
(Euro)