Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin Problems

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

(Verse 1 - Lil Wayne)
I you likin' who you eatin' on
Make me think about all nights we got a threesome on
Make me think about how you suck it like your teeth are
If friends hatin' on you, fuck 'em
To each his own,
I do my then I sleep 'em off
Like it be callin' me
I need to turn my off
a fuckin' singalong
Unless you 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 we belong
Fuck shit you talk
I beat that like production
Or Rocky, beat the Russian
Or like Jordan, 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 'bout nothin'
I shorty, you a beast

(Hook)
I bad bitches
Okay, what's the
If she thinks she gonna up
I'mma fuckin' her
I'm wildin' in public and public housing
Can't afford failure, I'm browsing
I was 15 $100,000
And if you talk
fuckin' possum?
And nigga, if your bitch got eye
You know 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 full of bitches gettin' drunk
like a point guard, no look, passin' blunts
Fuck you talkin' Euro, this and that,
Wanna walk in these shoes? 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 girl that I came true
Now every night feels like 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 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 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 spittin' out 'em?
story short, money always colorblind
She blew the for some Red Bottoms
(Euro)