Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin Problems

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

(Verse 1 - Lil Wayne)
I know you who you eatin' on
Make me think about all them nights we got a on
Make me think about how you suck it like teeth are gone
If your friends on you, fuck 'em
To each his own,
I do my then 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 that
Cop and put my people on
We can take the up to the stars
where we belong
Fuck that shit you
I beat that pussy like
Or like Rocky, the Russian
Or like Jordan, beat the
Nigga, gimme you've got
Take that like an usher
One man band, all you hear is
Told a bitch, too selfish gonna lead to self destruction
She looked me in my eyes and
Man, I ain't worried 'bout
I said shorty, you a

(Hook)
I love bad
Okay, what's the
If she thinks she come up
I'mma fuckin' her
I'm wildin' in public and public housing
afford 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 what it is, 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 gettin' drunk
like a point guard, no look, passin' blunts
Fuck you 'bout? Euro, this and that,
Wanna walk in these shoes? Have the outfit to
And niggas schemin' on 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 fucked came
Now every night feels deja vu
And the hatin's no use, she waitin' on you
I tell a baby, "Tell ya man kick rocks no shoes"
And I murder that pussy, and I ain't a clue
Cause I put her on her and made her swallow all the proof
That shit, a mill, yeah, I'm a fuckin' problem
I'm fine wit' it, though, bitches fuckin' problems
And I can't solve shit if I'm the fuckin'
Just I got 'em, let me know if there's a fuckin' problem
Out the city, but you take the city out 'em
I know these hoes well, see the water spittin' out
Long story short, money colorblind
She the team for some Red Bottoms
(Euro)