Luyện nghe bài hát Fucking Problem

I love bad bitches my fucking problem.
and yea I like to fuck I fucking problem.
I love bad bitches that's my problem.
and yea I like to I gotta fucking problem.
I love bad bitches my fucking problem.
and yea I like to fuck I gotta problem.

If somebody real is your fucking problem
your girl to the crib maybe we can solve it.

Verse 1-

up, bitches simmer down.
Takin' long, bitch give it to me now.
Make that pop like a semi or a nine.
Oooo baby like it raw with the shimmy ahh hahh. A$AP get like me. Never met a motherfucker fresh like me.
All these motherfuckers wanna like me, but the chrome to your dome make you sweat like Keith.
Cuz im the nigga, the nigga nigga, like how ya figure. Getting figures and fucking bitches, she switches. Boy her bitches up on my niggas, they gettin bent up off the liquor
She love my licorice, I let her it.
They say money make a act niggerish, at least a nigga nigga rich.
I be fucking broads like I be fucking bored, a dike bitch out have her fucking boys. BEAST!

I love bad bitches that's my problem.
and yea I to fuck I gotta fucking problem.
I love bad bitches that's my problem.
and yea I to fuck I gotta fucking problem.
I love bad bitches that's my problem.
and yea I like to fuck I gotta problem.

If finding somebody is your fucking problem
your girl to the crib maybe we can solve it.

Verse 2-

Oooo, I you love it when this beat is on.
Make ya think about all the niggas you leadin' on.
Make me think about all of the I been feeding on,
Got a feelin' that's the dudes we was speakin of.
Oh word,
Ain't my album who ya sleepin on, you should print the lyrics out and have a fucking read-along.
Ain't a fucking sing-along 'less you brought the along.
And juuuust, (okay I got it)
And juuust drop and get your eagle on
Or we can stare up at the stars and put the on.
All the shit you talkin' bout is not up for discussion. I will pay to make it I don't pay for no reduction.
If it's comin' from a nigga I dont know, than i don't trust it. If ya coming from my head motherfucker get to bustin.
Yes Lord. I don't say this often, but this long dick nigga ain't for the long talk I'm BEAST.

I love bad that's my fucking problem.
and yea I like to I gotta fucking problem.
I love bad bitches my fucking problem.
and yea I like to fuck I gotta problem.
I love bad that's my fucking problem.
and yea I like to fuck I gotta problem.

If finding real is your fucking problem
your girl to the crib maybe we can solve it.

Verse 3- Lamar:

Un yeah hoe this the finale. My pep talk into a pep-rally.
Say she from the hood but she live the Valley. Now vaca'd in Atlanta than she goin back to Cali.
MM, Got girl on my line; world on my line.
The irony, I 'em at the same damn time.
She eyein' me like a nigga don't
Girl, I know you want this
Girl, I'm Lamar, A.K.A. Benz-Is-To-Me-Just-A-Car.
That mean you friendses need to be up to par, see my standards are by threesomes tomorrow.
MM, Kill 'em all, dead in the hallway.
Don't get involved, listen the crystal ball say.
Barry, Hallelujah!
Holla back, do ya. BEAST!

I love bad bitches that's my problem.
and yea I to fuck I gotta fucking problem.
I love bad that's my fucking problem.
and yea I to fuck I gotta fucking problem.
I love bad bitches my fucking problem.
and yea I like to fuck I gotta problem.

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem, your girl to the crib maybe we can solve it.