Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin Problems

(Hook - Lil Wayne)
I love all my
That's my fuckin'
A 2 dollar bill is a couple dollars
And if any one of them niggas got a fuckin'
milk all of 'em
Cause they cowards
I red bitches
There's just something 'em
But I'm gettin' pussy from a brown 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
me think about all them nights we got a threesome on
Make me think about how you suck it like your are gone
If your friends on you, fuck 'em
To his own, yessir
I do my drugs I sleep 'em off
Like it be callin' me
I need to my ringer off
Ain't a fuckin'
Unless you brought the weed
That kush, okay I got kush
Cop and put my people on
We can take the stairs up to the
where we belong
Fuck that shit you
I beat that like production
Or like Rocky, the Russian
Or like Jordan, the buzzer
Nigga, gimme you've got
Take that money like an
One man band, all you is repercussion
Told a bitch, too much selfish gonna lead to self
She looked me in my and said
Man, I ain't worried nothin'
I said shorty, you a

(Hook)
I bad bitches
Okay, what's the
If she she gonna come up
I'mma fuckin' her
I'm wildin' in schools and public housing
Can't afford failure, I'm browsing
I was 15 $100,000
And if you trash
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 haven't seen a movie since I livin' one
I be in a room full of bitches gettin'
Smokin' like a guard, no look, passin' blunts
you talkin' 'bout? Euro, this and that,
Wanna walk in these shoes? the outfit to match
And niggas on what I had, but
We gon' put in the bag or a body in the bag (You choose)
And all new bitches old news
Throwin' stacks at 'em like "That's gon' bruise"
And every dream that I fucked came true
Now every night feels like vu
And the hatin's no use, she ain't on you
I tell a baby, "Tell ya man kick with no shoes"
And I murder that pussy, and I ain't leave a
Cause I put her on her knees and her swallow all the proof
That shit, a mill, yeah, I'm a fuckin' problem
I'm fine wit' it, though, bitches like problems
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 well, see the water spittin' out 'em?
Long story short, money colorblind
She blew the team for Red Bottoms
(Euro)