Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin Problems

(Hook - Lil Wayne)
I all my bitches
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 fuckin' cowards
I love red
There's just 'bout 'em
But I'm better pussy from a brown one
Been schoolin' y'all niggas, I'm your mater
I'm the
Where the fly

(Verse 1 - Lil Wayne)
I know you likin' who you on
Make me think about all nights we got a threesome on
Make me think about how you suck it your teeth are gone
If your hatin' on you, fuck 'em
To each his own,
I do my drugs I sleep 'em off
it just be callin' me
I need to my ringer off
Ain't a fuckin'
Unless you brought the along
That kush, okay I got kush
Cop and put my people on
We can take the stairs up to the
That's we belong
Fuck that shit you
I beat pussy like production
Or like Rocky, the Russian
Or like Jordan, the buzzer
Nigga, gimme what got
Take that money like an
One man band, all you is repercussion
Told a bitch, too much 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 bad bitches
Okay, the problem
If she she gonna come up
fuckin' drown her
I'm in public schools and public housing
Can't failure, I'm just browsing
I was 15 $100,000
And if you trash
I'mma possum?
And nigga, if bitch got eye problem
You know what it is, 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 gettin'
Smokin' like a point guard, no look, passin'
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Euro, and that,
Wanna walk in 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 bitches old
Throwin' at 'em like "That's prolly gon' bruise"
And every dream girl that I fucked came
Now every night feels like vu
And the hatin's no use, she waitin' on you
I a baby, "Tell ya man kick rocks with no shoes"
And I murder that pussy, and I leave a clue
I put her on her knees and made her swallow all the proof
That sick shit, a mill, yeah, I'm a problem
I'm fine it, though, bitches like fuckin' problems
And I can't solve shit if I'm the problem
know I got 'em, let me know if there's a fuckin' problem
Out the city, but you can't take the out 'em
I know hoes well, see the water spittin' out 'em?
story short, money always colorblind
She blew the team for Red Bottoms
(Euro)