Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin Problems

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

(Verse 1 - Lil Wayne)
I know you 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 your friends on you, fuck 'em
To his own, yessir
I do my then I sleep 'em off
it just be callin' me
I need to my ringer off
Ain't a fuckin'
Unless you the weed along
That kush, I got that kush
Cop pounds and put my on
We can take the stairs up to the
That's where we
that shit you talk
I beat that pussy production
Or like Rocky, the Russian
Or like Jordan, beat the
Nigga, what you've got
Take money like an usher
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 'bout
I shorty, you a beast

(Hook)
I bad bitches
Okay, what's the
If she thinks she gonna up
fuckin' drown her
I'm wildin' in public schools and housing
Can't afford failure, I'm browsing
I was 15 $100,000
And if you trash
I'mma possum?
And nigga, if your bitch got eye
You know what it is, robbery.

(Verse 2 - Euro)
I heard 'em me "Go get 'em, young"
I haven't seen a movie I started livin' one
I be in a full of bitches gettin' drunk
like a point guard, no look, passin' blunts
Fuck you 'bout? Euro, this and that,
Wanna walk in shoes? Have 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 these new old news
stacks at 'em like "That's prolly 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 a baby, "Tell ya man kick rocks with no shoes"
And I that 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 fuckin' problems
And I solve shit if I'm the fuckin' problem
Just know I got 'em, let me know if there's a problem
Out the city, but you take the city out 'em
I know hoes well, see the water spittin' out 'em?
Long story short, money colorblind
She blew the team for Red Bottoms
(Euro)