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 got a fuckin' problem
I'mma all of 'em
Cause they cowards
I love red
There's something 'bout 'em
But I'm gettin' better from a brown one
Been schoolin' y'all niggas, I'm alma mater
I'm the
the fly swatter

(Verse 1 - Lil Wayne)
I know you who you eatin' on
Make me think about all them we got a threesome on
Make me think how you suck it like your teeth are gone
If your friends hatin' on you, 'em
To his own, yessir
I do my drugs I sleep 'em off
Like it just be me
I need to my ringer off
Ain't a singalong
Unless you brought the along
kush, okay I got that kush
Cop and put my people on
We can the stairs up to the stars
That's where we
Fuck that shit you
I beat pussy like production
Or like Rocky, the Russian
Or like Jordan, beat the
Nigga, what you've got
that 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 ain't worried 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 talk
fuckin' possum?
And nigga, if your got eye problem
You know it is, armed robbery.

(Verse 2 - Euro)
I 'em tell me "Go get 'em, young"
I haven't seen a movie since I livin' one
I be in a room of bitches gettin' drunk
Smokin' like a point guard, no look, blunts
Fuck you 'bout? Euro, this and that,
Wanna walk in these shoes? the outfit to match
And schemin' on what I had, but
We gon' put in the bag or a body in the bag (You choose)
And all new bitches old news
stacks at 'em like "That's prolly gon' bruise"
And every dream girl that I fucked came
Now every night like deja vu
And the no use, she ain't waitin' on you
I tell a baby, "Tell ya man kick with no shoes"
And I murder that pussy, and I ain't 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 it, though, bitches like fuckin' problems
And I can't solve shit if I'm the 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, always colorblind
She the team for some Red Bottoms
(Euro)