Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin Problems

(Hook - Lil Wayne)
I all my bitches
That's my problem
A 2 bill is still a couple dollars
And if any one of them niggas got a fuckin'
I'mma all of 'em
Cause they cowards
I love red
There's just something 'em
But I'm gettin' better pussy 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 likin' who you on
Make me think about all them nights we got a on
Make me think about how you suck it like your are gone
If your friends on you, fuck 'em
To each his own,
I do my drugs I sleep 'em off
it just be callin' me
I need to turn my off
a fuckin' singalong
Unless you brought the weed
kush, okay I got that kush
Cop and put my people on
We can take the stairs up to the
That's we belong
that shit you talk
I that pussy like production
Or like Rocky, the Russian
Or Jordan, beat the buzzer
Nigga, gimme you've got
Take that money like an
One man band, all you is repercussion
Told a bitch, too much gonna lead to self destruction
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 come up
fuckin' drown her
I'm in public schools and public housing
Can't afford failure, I'm browsing
I was 15 $100,000
And if you talk
fuckin' possum?
And nigga, if your bitch got eye
You know what it is, robbery.

(Verse 2 - Euro)
I 'em tell me "Go get 'em, young"
I haven't seen a movie I started livin' one
I be in a room full of bitches drunk
Smokin' like a point guard, no look, blunts
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Euro, and that,
walk in these shoes? Have the outfit to match
And niggas on what I had, but
We put money in the bag or a body in the bag (You choose)
And all these new bitches old
Throwin' at 'em like "That's prolly gon' bruise"
And every dream girl that I fucked true
Now night feels like deja vu
And the no use, she ain't waitin' 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 fuckin'
I'm wit' it, though, bitches like fuckin' problems
And I can't solve shit if I'm the problem
Just know I got 'em, let me know if there's a fuckin'
Out the city, but you take the city out 'em
I know hoes well, see the water spittin' out 'em?
story short, money always colorblind
She blew the for some Red Bottoms
(Euro)