Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin Problems

(Hook - Lil Wayne)
I all my bitches
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 fuckin' cowards
I love red
There's just something 'em
But I'm gettin' better pussy from a one
schoolin' y'all niggas, I'm your alma 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 how you suck it like your teeth are gone
If friends hatin' on you, fuck 'em
To his own, yessir
I do my drugs I sleep 'em off
Like it be callin' me
I need to turn my off
a fuckin' singalong
Unless you brought the weed
kush, okay I got that kush
Cop and put my people on
We can take the stairs up to the
where we belong
Fuck that shit you
I beat that like production
Or like Rocky, the Russian
Or like Jordan, the buzzer
Nigga, gimme you've got
Take that money like an
One man band, all you hear is
Told a bitch, too much gonna lead to self destruction
She looked me in my eyes and
Man, I worried 'bout nothin'
I shorty, you a beast

(Hook)
I bad bitches
Okay, what's the
If she she gonna come up
I'mma fuckin' her
I'm wildin' in public schools and housing
Can't failure, I'm just browsing
I was 15 $100,000
And if you talk
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 haven't seen a since I started livin' one
I be in a room full of bitches drunk
Smokin' like a guard, no look, passin' blunts
Fuck you talkin' Euro, this and that,
walk in these shoes? Have the outfit to match
And schemin' on what I had, but
We put money in the bag or a body 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 feels like deja vu
And the hatin's no use, she ain't on you
I a baby, "Tell ya man kick rocks with no shoes"
And I murder that pussy, and I leave a clue
Cause I put her on her knees and her swallow all the proof
sick shit, a mill, yeah, I'm a fuckin' problem
I'm fine it, though, bitches 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 fuckin'
Out the city, but you can't take the out 'em
I these hoes well, see the water spittin' out 'em?
Long short, money always colorblind
She blew the for some Red Bottoms
(Euro)