Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin Problems

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

(Verse 1 - Lil Wayne)
I you likin' who you eatin' on
Make me think all them nights we got a threesome on
me think about how you suck it like your teeth are gone
If your hatin' on you, fuck 'em
To his own, yessir
I do my drugs I sleep 'em off
Like it just be me
I to turn my ringer off
Ain't a singalong
Unless you the weed along
That kush, okay I got that
Cop and put my people on
We can take the up to the stars
That's we belong
that shit you talk
I beat that pussy production
Or Rocky, beat the Russian
Or like Jordan, beat the
Nigga, gimme you've got
Take that money like an
One man band, all you hear is
Told a bitch, too much selfish gonna lead to destruction
She looked me in my 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 schools and public 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 know what it is, 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 of bitches gettin' drunk
like a point guard, no look, passin' blunts
Fuck you 'bout? Euro, this and that,
Wanna in these shoes? Have the outfit to match
And niggas schemin' on I had, but
We gon' put in the bag or a body 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 came
Now every night like deja vu
And the hatin's no use, she waitin' on you
I tell a baby, "Tell ya man rocks with no shoes"
And I murder pussy, and I ain't leave a clue
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 solve if I'm the fuckin' problem
Just know I got 'em, let me know if there's a problem
Out the city, but you can't the city out 'em
I know these hoes well, see the water out 'em?
story short, money always colorblind
She the team for some Red Bottoms
(Euro)