Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin Problems

(Hook - Lil Wayne)
I all my bitches
my fuckin' problem
A 2 dollar bill is a couple dollars
And if any one of them niggas got a problem
I'mma all of 'em
they fuckin' cowards
I love red
There's just something 'em
But I'm gettin' better from a brown one
Been schoolin' 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 your are gone
If your hatin' on you, fuck 'em
To his own, yessir
I do my then I sleep 'em off
Like it just be me
I to turn my ringer off
a fuckin' singalong
Unless you brought the weed
That kush, I got that kush
Cop and put my people on
We can take the up to the stars
where we belong
Fuck shit you talk
I beat that pussy production
Or like Rocky, beat the
Or Jordan, beat the buzzer
Nigga, gimme you've got
Take money like an usher
One man band, all you is repercussion
Told a bitch, too much selfish gonna to self destruction
She looked me in my eyes and
Man, I worried 'bout nothin'
I shorty, you a beast

(Hook)
I love bad
Okay, the problem
If she she gonna come up
fuckin' drown her
I'm in public schools and public housing
afford failure, I'm just browsing
I was 15 $100,000
And if you trash
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 full of bitches drunk
Smokin' a point guard, no look, passin' blunts
Fuck you 'bout? Euro, this and that,
Wanna walk in these shoes? Have the 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' at 'em like "That's prolly gon' bruise"
And every dream that I fucked came true
Now every night like deja vu
And the hatin's no use, she ain't on you
I tell a baby, "Tell ya man 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 fuckin'
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 there's a problem
Out the city, but you can't the city out 'em
I know these hoes well, see the spittin' out 'em?
Long story short, money colorblind
She blew the team for some Red
(Euro)