Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin Problems

(Hook - Lil Wayne)
I all my bitches
That's my fuckin'
A 2 dollar bill is a couple dollars
And if any one of them niggas got a fuckin'
I'mma all of 'em
Cause fuckin' cowards
I red bitches
just something 'bout 'em
But I'm gettin' 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 you likin' who you eatin' on
Make me think about all nights we got a threesome on
Make me think about how you suck it like teeth are gone
If your hatin' on you, fuck 'em
To each his own,
I do my drugs I sleep 'em off
Like it just be me
I need to turn my off
a fuckin' 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
That's where we
Fuck that shit you
I beat that like production
Or Rocky, beat the Russian
Or like Jordan, the buzzer
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 looked me in my eyes and
Man, I ain't worried 'bout
I said shorty, you a

(Hook)
I love bad
Okay, what's the
If she thinks she gonna up
I'mma drown her
I'm wildin' in schools and public housing
Can't failure, I'm just browsing
I was 15 $100,000
And if you talk
fuckin' possum?
And nigga, if your 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 full of bitches gettin' drunk
like a point guard, no look, passin' blunts
Fuck you talkin' Euro, this and that,
Wanna walk in these shoes? the outfit to match
And niggas on what I had, but
We put money in the bag or a body in the bag (You choose)
And all these new bitches old
Throwin' at 'em like "That's prolly gon' bruise"
And dream girl that I fucked came true
Now every night feels like vu
And the no use, she ain't waitin' on you
I tell a baby, "Tell ya man rocks with no shoes"
And I murder pussy, and I ain't leave a clue
Cause I put her on her knees and made her 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 solve if I'm the fuckin' problem
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 well, see the water spittin' out 'em?
story short, money always colorblind
She blew the for some Red Bottoms
(Euro)