Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin Problems

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

(Verse 1 - Lil Wayne)
I know you likin' who you on
Make me think about all them nights we got a on
Make me think how you suck it like your teeth are gone
If your friends on you, fuck 'em
To his own, yessir
I do my drugs then I 'em off
it just be callin' me
I need to my ringer off
a fuckin' singalong
Unless you the weed along
That kush, okay I got kush
Cop and put my people on
We can take the stairs up to the
That's we belong
that shit you talk
I beat pussy like production
Or Rocky, beat the Russian
Or Jordan, beat the buzzer
Nigga, what you've got
Take that money an usher
One man band, all you hear is
a bitch, too much 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 bad bitches
Okay, what's the
If she thinks she gonna up
I'mma drown her
I'm wildin' in schools and public housing
Can't afford failure, I'm just
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 heard 'em 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 'bout? Euro, this and that,
Wanna in these shoes? 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 prolly bruise"
And every dream girl that I fucked came
Now night feels like deja vu
And the hatin's no use, she waitin' on you
I tell a baby, "Tell ya man kick with no shoes"
And I murder that pussy, and I 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, like fuckin' problems
And I solve 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 take the city out 'em
I know these hoes well, see the water spittin' out
story short, money always colorblind
She the team for some Red Bottoms
(Euro)