Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin Problems

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

(Verse 1 - Lil Wayne)
I know you who you eatin' on
Make me think about all them nights we got a on
Make me about how you suck it like your teeth are gone
If friends hatin' on you, fuck 'em
To his own, yessir
I do my then I sleep 'em off
Like it be callin' me
I need to turn my off
Ain't a singalong
Unless you the weed along
That kush, I got that kush
Cop pounds and put my on
We can take the stairs up to the
That's where we
Fuck that you talk
I beat that pussy like
Or Rocky, beat the Russian
Or like Jordan, beat the
Nigga, gimme what 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 worried 'bout nothin'
I shorty, you a beast

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

(Verse 2 - Euro)
I heard 'em me "Go get 'em, young"
I seen a movie since I started livin' one
I be in a full of bitches gettin' drunk
Smokin' like a point guard, no look, blunts
you talkin' 'bout? Euro, this and that,
Wanna walk in these shoes? Have the to match
And niggas schemin' on I had, but
We gon' put in the bag or a body in the bag (You choose)
And all these new old news
Throwin' stacks at 'em like "That's gon' bruise"
And every dream girl I fucked came true
Now every night feels deja vu
And the hatin's no use, she ain't 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 her swallow all the proof
That sick shit, a mill, yeah, I'm a problem
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 a fuckin' problem
Out the city, but you can't the city out 'em
I know hoes well, see the water spittin' out 'em?
Long story short, money colorblind
She the team for some Red Bottoms
(Euro)