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 fuckin' cowards
I red bitches
There's just something 'em
But I'm gettin' better 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 about all them we got a threesome on
Make me about how you suck it like your teeth are gone
If your friends hatin' on you, 'em
To each his own,
I do my drugs then I 'em off
it just be callin' me
I need to turn my off
Ain't a singalong
Unless you the weed along
kush, okay I got that kush
Cop pounds and put my on
We can take the up to the stars
where we belong
Fuck shit you talk
I that pussy like production
Or Rocky, beat the Russian
Or like Jordan, beat the
Nigga, what you've got
Take that like an usher
One man band, all you is repercussion
a bitch, too much selfish gonna lead to self destruction
She me in my eyes and said
Man, I ain't 'bout nothin'
I shorty, you a beast

(Hook)
I love bad
Okay, what's the
If she thinks she gonna up
fuckin' drown her
I'm wildin' in public schools and 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 it is, armed 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 of bitches gettin' drunk
Smokin' a point guard, no look, passin' blunts
Fuck you talkin' Euro, this and that,
Wanna in these shoes? Have the outfit to match
And schemin' on what I had, but
We gon' put money in the bag or a in the bag (You choose)
And all these new old news
Throwin' stacks at 'em "That's prolly gon' bruise"
And every dream that I fucked came true
Now every feels like deja vu
And the no use, she ain't waitin' on you
I tell a baby, "Tell ya man rocks with no shoes"
And I that pussy, and I ain't leave a clue
Cause I put her on her knees and her swallow all the proof
sick shit, a mill, yeah, I'm a fuckin' problem
I'm fine wit' it, though, bitches like fuckin'
And I can't shit if I'm the fuckin' problem
Just know I got 'em, let me if there's a fuckin' problem
Out the city, but you can't the city out 'em
I know these hoes well, see the spittin' out 'em?
Long short, money always colorblind
She blew the team for some Red
(Euro)