Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin Problems

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

(Verse 1 - Lil Wayne)
I you likin' who you eatin' on
Make me about all them nights we got a threesome on
me think about how you suck it like your teeth are gone
If your friends on you, fuck 'em
To each his own,
I do my drugs then I 'em off
it just be callin' me
I to turn my ringer off
Ain't a fuckin'
Unless you brought the along
That kush, okay I got kush
Cop pounds and put my on
We can the stairs up to the stars
where we belong
Fuck that you talk
I beat that pussy like
Or like Rocky, the Russian
Or like Jordan, beat the
Nigga, gimme you've got
Take that money 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, the problem
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
fuckin' possum?
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 movie since I started one
I be in a room full of bitches gettin'
Smokin' like a point guard, no look, blunts
Fuck you 'bout? Euro, this and that,
Wanna walk in these shoes? Have the outfit to
And schemin' on what I had, but
We gon' put in the bag or a body in the bag (You choose)
And all these new bitches old
Throwin' stacks at 'em like "That's gon' bruise"
And every dream girl I fucked came 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 with no shoes"
And I murder pussy, and I ain't leave a clue
Cause I put her on her and made her swallow all the proof
That sick shit, a mill, yeah, I'm a problem
I'm fine wit' it, though, 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 fuckin'
Out the city, but you can't the city out 'em
I know these well, see the water spittin' out 'em?
story short, money always colorblind
She blew the team for Red Bottoms
(Euro)