Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin Problems

(Hook - Lil Wayne)
I love all my
That's my 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 red bitches
There's just 'bout 'em
But I'm gettin' better pussy a brown one
Been schoolin' y'all niggas, I'm your alma
I'm the
Where the fly

(Verse 1 - Lil Wayne)
I you likin' who you eatin' on
Make me think about all them we got a threesome on
Make me think about how you suck it your teeth are gone
If your friends on you, fuck 'em
To each his own,
I do my then I sleep 'em off
it just be callin' me
I need to my ringer off
a fuckin' singalong
Unless you brought the along
kush, okay I got that kush
Cop pounds and put my on
We can take the stairs up to the
That's we belong
Fuck shit 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 is repercussion
Told a bitch, too much selfish gonna to self destruction
She me in my eyes and said
Man, I ain't worried nothin'
I said shorty, you a

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

(Verse 2 - Euro)
I 'em tell me "Go get 'em, young"
I seen a movie since I started livin' one
I be in a room full of bitches drunk
Smokin' like a point guard, no look, passin'
Fuck you talkin' Euro, this and that,
Wanna walk in these shoes? the outfit to match
And niggas schemin' on I had, but
We gon' put money in the bag or a in the bag (You choose)
And all new bitches old news
stacks at 'em like "That's prolly gon' bruise"
And every dream girl I fucked came true
Now every night feels 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
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, 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 can't the city out 'em
I know these hoes well, see the water out 'em?
Long short, money always colorblind
She blew the for some Red Bottoms
(Euro)