Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin Problems

(Hook - Lil Wayne)
I all my bitches
my fuckin' problem
A 2 dollar bill is still a couple
And if any one of them niggas got a fuckin'
milk all of 'em
Cause they cowards
I love red
There's just something 'em
But I'm gettin' pussy from a brown one
Been schoolin' 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 them we got a threesome on
Make me think about how you suck it like your teeth are
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
you brought the weed along
That kush, okay I got kush
Cop pounds and put my on
We can take the stairs up to the
That's where we
Fuck that shit you
I beat that pussy production
Or like Rocky, beat the
Or Jordan, beat the buzzer
Nigga, gimme what got
Take money like an usher
One man band, all you is repercussion
Told a bitch, too much selfish gonna lead to destruction
She me in my eyes and said
Man, I ain't worried 'bout
I said shorty, you a

(Hook)
I bad bitches
Okay, what's the
If she thinks she gonna up
I'mma drown her
I'm wildin' in public and public housing
Can't afford failure, I'm just
I was 15 $100,000
And if you talk
I'mma fuckin'
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 started one
I be in a room of bitches gettin' drunk
Smokin' like a point guard, no look, blunts
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Euro, and that,
Wanna walk in these Have the outfit to match
And niggas schemin' on I had, but
We gon' put 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 girl that I fucked true
Now night feels like deja vu
And the hatin's no use, she waitin' on you
I tell a baby, "Tell ya man rocks with no shoes"
And I murder that pussy, and I ain't leave a
Cause I put her on her knees and her swallow all the proof
That sick shit, a mill, yeah, I'm a problem
I'm fine wit' it, though, bitches like problems
And I can't shit if I'm the fuckin' problem
Just know I got 'em, let me know if a fuckin' problem
Out the city, but you take the city out 'em
I know these hoes well, see the water spittin' out
story short, money always colorblind
She blew the team for some Red
(Euro)