Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin Problems

(Hook - Lil Wayne)
I all my bitches
my fuckin' problem
A 2 bill is still a couple dollars
And if any one of them got a fuckin' problem
milk all of 'em
Cause they fuckin'
I love red
just something 'bout 'em
But I'm gettin' better from a brown one
Been schoolin' y'all niggas, I'm alma mater
I'm the
Where the fly

(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 about how you suck it your teeth are gone
If friends hatin' on you, fuck 'em
To each his own,
I do my then I sleep 'em off
it just be callin' me
I need to turn my off
a fuckin' singalong
Unless you the weed along
That kush, okay I got that
Cop and put my people on
We can take the stairs up to the
where we belong
Fuck that you talk
I beat that pussy production
Or like Rocky, beat the
Or Jordan, beat the buzzer
Nigga, what you've got
Take that like an usher
One man band, all you hear is
a bitch, too much selfish gonna lead to self destruction
She me in my eyes and said
Man, I ain't worried nothin'
I said shorty, you a

(Hook)
I bad bitches
Okay, the problem
If she thinks she come up
I'mma 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
I'mma possum?
And nigga, if bitch got eye problem
You know it is, armed robbery.

(Verse 2 - Euro)
I 'em tell me "Go get 'em, young"
I seen a movie since I started livin' one
I be in a full of bitches gettin' drunk
like a point guard, no look, passin' blunts
Fuck you 'bout? Euro, this and that,
Wanna walk in these Have the outfit to match
And niggas schemin' on I had, but
We gon' put money in the bag or a in the bag (You choose)
And all new bitches old news
Throwin' stacks at 'em "That's prolly gon' bruise"
And every dream girl that I fucked came
Now every night feels like vu
And the hatin's no use, she waitin' on you
I tell a baby, "Tell ya man kick rocks no shoes"
And I that pussy, and I ain't leave a clue
Cause I put her on her and made her swallow all the proof
sick shit, a mill, yeah, I'm a fuckin' problem
I'm fine wit' it, though, bitches like problems
And I solve shit if I'm the fuckin' problem
know I got 'em, let me know if there's a fuckin' problem
Out the city, but you can't take the out 'em
I know these well, see the water spittin' out 'em?
Long story short, money always
She blew the team for Red Bottoms
(Euro)