Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin Problems

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

(Verse 1 - Lil Wayne)
I know you who you eatin' on
Make me think about all nights we got a threesome on
Make me think about how you suck it like your teeth are
If your friends on you, fuck 'em
To each his own,
I do my then I sleep 'em off
Like it be callin' me
I to turn my ringer off
a fuckin' singalong
Unless you the weed along
kush, okay I got that kush
Cop and put my people on
We can take the up to the stars
That's where we
that shit you talk
I beat that pussy production
Or like Rocky, beat the
Or Jordan, beat the buzzer
Nigga, what you've got
Take that money like an
One man band, all you is repercussion
Told a bitch, too much selfish lead to self destruction
She me in my eyes and said
Man, I ain't worried nothin'
I said shorty, you a

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

(Verse 2 - Euro)
I 'em tell me "Go get 'em, young"
I seen a movie since I started livin' one
I be in a room full of gettin' drunk
Smokin' a point guard, no look, passin' blunts
Fuck you talkin' Euro, this and that,
Wanna walk in these shoes? Have the to match
And niggas on what I had, but
We put money in the bag or a body 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 every night feels like vu
And the hatin's no use, she waitin' 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 know I got 'em, let me know if there's a problem
Out the city, but you can't take the out 'em
I know these hoes well, see the water out 'em?
story short, money always colorblind
She blew the team for some Red
(Euro)