Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin Problems

(Hook - Lil Wayne)
I love all my
That's my fuckin'
A 2 dollar bill is still a dollars
And if any one of them got a fuckin' problem
I'mma all of 'em
Cause fuckin' cowards
I love red
There's just something 'em
But I'm gettin' better from a brown one
Been schoolin' y'all niggas, I'm your alma
I'm the
the fly swatter

(Verse 1 - Lil Wayne)
I you likin' who you eatin' on
Make me think all them nights we got a threesome on
Make me about how you suck it like your teeth are gone
If your friends on you, fuck 'em
To his own, yessir
I do my drugs then I 'em off
Like it just be me
I need to my ringer off
Ain't a fuckin'
you brought the weed along
That kush, I got that kush
Cop pounds and put my on
We can take the up to the stars
That's where we
Fuck that shit you
I beat that pussy like
Or like Rocky, the Russian
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 and said
Man, I worried 'bout nothin'
I said shorty, you a

(Hook)
I love bad
Okay, what's the
If she thinks she gonna up
fuckin' drown 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 got eye problem
You what it is, armed robbery.

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