Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin Problems

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

(Verse 1 - Lil Wayne)
I know you likin' who you 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 friends hatin' on you, fuck 'em
To each his own,
I do my drugs I sleep 'em off
Like it be callin' me
I need to my ringer off
Ain't a singalong
Unless you brought the weed
kush, okay I got that kush
Cop and put my people on
We can the stairs up to the stars
That's where we
that shit you talk
I beat that pussy like
Or like Rocky, beat the
Or like Jordan, the buzzer
Nigga, gimme what 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 'bout
I shorty, you a beast

(Hook)
I bad bitches
Okay, what's the
If she she gonna 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
fuckin' possum?
And nigga, if your got eye problem
You know it is, armed robbery.

(Verse 2 - Euro)
I heard 'em me "Go get 'em, young"
I haven't a movie since I started livin' one
I be in a room of bitches gettin' drunk
Smokin' like a guard, no look, passin' blunts
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Euro, and that,
Wanna walk in these shoes? the outfit to match
And schemin' on what I had, but
We gon' put money in the bag or a in the bag (You choose)
And all new bitches 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 ain't on you
I tell a baby, "Tell ya man kick rocks no shoes"
And I murder that pussy, and I ain't leave a
Cause I put her on her knees and made her swallow all the
That sick shit, a mill, yeah, I'm a fuckin'
I'm fine it, though, bitches like fuckin' problems
And I can't shit if I'm the fuckin' problem
Just I got 'em, let me know if there's a fuckin' problem
Out the city, but you can't the city out 'em
I know these hoes well, see the water out 'em?
Long story short, money colorblind
She blew the for some Red Bottoms
(Euro)