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 got a fuckin' problem
milk all of 'em
Cause fuckin' cowards
I red bitches
just something 'bout 'em
But I'm gettin' better pussy from a one
Been schoolin' y'all niggas, I'm your mater
I'm the
Where the fly

(Verse 1 - Lil Wayne)
I know you who you eatin' on
Make me about all them nights we got a threesome 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 then I sleep 'em off
Like it be callin' me
I need to my ringer off
Ain't a fuckin'
Unless you brought the along
That kush, I got that kush
Cop pounds and put my on
We can take the up to the stars
where we belong
Fuck that shit you
I beat pussy like production
Or Rocky, beat the Russian
Or like Jordan, the buzzer
Nigga, what you've got
that money like an usher
One man band, all you hear is
a bitch, too much selfish gonna lead to self destruction
She looked me in my eyes and
Man, I ain't worried nothin'
I said shorty, you a

(Hook)
I love bad
Okay, what's the
If she thinks she come up
I'mma fuckin' her
I'm wildin' in public schools and housing
afford failure, I'm just browsing
I was 15 $100,000
And if you trash
I'mma possum?
And nigga, if your got eye problem
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 of bitches gettin' drunk
Smokin' like a point guard, no look, blunts
you talkin' 'bout? Euro, this and that,
Wanna walk in these Have the outfit to match
And schemin' on what I had, but
We gon' put in the bag or a body in the bag (You choose)
And all new bitches old news
Throwin' stacks at 'em "That's prolly gon' bruise"
And every dream girl I fucked came true
Now every night like deja vu
And the hatin's no use, she ain't on you
I tell a baby, "Tell ya man rocks with no shoes"
And I murder that pussy, and I ain't a clue
Cause I put her on her and made her swallow all the proof
That shit, a mill, yeah, I'm a fuckin' problem
I'm wit' it, though, bitches like fuckin' problems
And I can't solve shit if I'm the fuckin'
Just I got 'em, let me know if there's a fuckin' problem
Out the city, but you can't take the out 'em
I these hoes well, see the water spittin' out 'em?
Long story short, always colorblind
She blew the for some Red Bottoms
(Euro)