Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin Problems

(Hook - Lil Wayne)
I all my bitches
That's my problem
A 2 dollar is still a couple 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 from a brown one
Been y'all niggas, I'm your alma mater
I'm the
Where the fly

(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 how you suck it like your teeth are gone
If your hatin' on you, fuck 'em
To each his own,
I do my drugs then I 'em off
Like it be callin' me
I need to turn my off
a fuckin' singalong
Unless you brought the along
That kush, okay I got kush
Cop and put my people on
We can take the stairs up to the
That's we belong
Fuck that shit you
I beat pussy like production
Or like Rocky, the Russian
Or Jordan, beat the buzzer
Nigga, gimme you've got
that 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 eyes and
Man, I ain't worried nothin'
I shorty, you a beast

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

(Verse 2 - Euro)
I 'em tell me "Go get 'em, young"
I haven't seen a since I started livin' one
I be in a full of bitches gettin' drunk
Smokin' like a point guard, no look, passin'
you talkin' 'bout? Euro, this and that,
Wanna walk in shoes? Have 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' stacks at 'em like "That's gon' bruise"
And every dream girl I fucked came true
Now every feels like deja 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 murder that pussy, and I leave a clue
Cause I put her on her knees and made her all the proof
That sick shit, a mill, yeah, I'm a problem
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 if there's a fuckin' problem
Out the city, but you can't the city out 'em
I know these hoes well, see the spittin' out 'em?
Long story short, always colorblind
She the team for some Red Bottoms
(Euro)