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 niggas got a problem
milk all of 'em
Cause they cowards
I red bitches
There's just something 'em
But I'm gettin' better pussy from a one
schoolin' y'all niggas, I'm your alma mater
I'm the
Where the fly

(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 teeth are gone
If your friends on you, fuck 'em
To his own, yessir
I do my drugs I sleep 'em off
Like it just be me
I need to my ringer off
a fuckin' singalong
Unless you brought the along
That kush, I got that 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 that like production
Or like Rocky, the Russian
Or like Jordan, the buzzer
Nigga, gimme you've got
Take that money an usher
One man band, all you is repercussion
Told a bitch, too much selfish gonna lead to destruction
She looked me in my and said
Man, I ain't 'bout nothin'
I shorty, you a beast

(Hook)
I love bad
Okay, the problem
If she thinks she gonna up
I'mma fuckin' her
I'm in public schools and public housing
afford failure, I'm just browsing
I was 15 $100,000
And if you talk
I'mma fuckin'
And nigga, if your got eye problem
You know it is, armed robbery.

(Verse 2 - Euro)
I 'em tell me "Go get 'em, young"
I haven't a movie since I started livin' one
I be in a room full of gettin' drunk
Smokin' like a point guard, no look, passin'
Fuck you 'bout? Euro, this and that,
Wanna walk in these shoes? Have the outfit to
And niggas on what I had, but
We put money in the bag or a body in the bag (You choose)
And all new bitches old news
stacks at 'em like "That's prolly gon' bruise"
And every dream girl 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 kick rocks no shoes"
And I murder pussy, and I ain't leave a clue
Cause I put her on her knees and made her all the proof
sick shit, a mill, yeah, I'm a fuckin' problem
I'm fine wit' it, though, bitches 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 fuckin'
Out the city, but you can't take the out 'em
I know these hoes well, see the spittin' out 'em?
Long story short, money always
She the team for some Red Bottoms
(Euro)