Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin Problems

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

(Verse 1 - Lil Wayne)
I know you who you eatin' on
Make me think about all them we got a threesome 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 I sleep 'em off
it just be callin' me
I need to turn my off
a fuckin' singalong
Unless you the weed along
kush, okay I got that kush
Cop and put my people on
We can the stairs up to the stars
That's where we
Fuck that shit you
I beat that pussy production
Or like Rocky, the Russian
Or like Jordan, beat the
Nigga, what you've got
Take money like an usher
One man band, all you hear is
a bitch, too much selfish gonna lead to self destruction
She me in my eyes and said
Man, I worried 'bout nothin'
I said shorty, you a

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

(Verse 2 - Euro)
I 'em tell me "Go get 'em, young"
I haven't seen a since I started livin' one
I be in a room full of bitches drunk
Smokin' like a point guard, no look, blunts
Fuck you 'bout? Euro, this and that,
Wanna walk in these Have the outfit to match
And niggas schemin' on 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 came true
Now every night 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 ain't leave a
I put her on her knees and made her swallow all the proof
That sick shit, a mill, yeah, I'm a fuckin'
I'm wit' it, though, bitches 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 take the city out 'em
I know these hoes well, see the water out 'em?
Long story short, money always
She blew the team for Red Bottoms
(Euro)