Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin Problems

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

(Verse 1 - Lil Wayne)
I you likin' who you eatin' on
Make me think about all nights we got a threesome on
Make me about how you suck it like your teeth are gone
If your hatin' on you, fuck 'em
To his own, yessir
I do my drugs I sleep 'em off
Like it just be me
I to turn my ringer off
a fuckin' singalong
Unless you brought the weed
kush, okay I got that kush
Cop pounds and put my on
We can take the up to the stars
where we belong
Fuck shit you talk
I beat that pussy production
Or like Rocky, the Russian
Or like Jordan, beat the
Nigga, what you've got
Take that money an usher
One man band, all you hear is
Told a bitch, too much selfish gonna lead to self
She looked me in my and said
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 public
Can't failure, I'm just browsing
I was 15 $100,000
And if you talk
I'mma possum?
And nigga, if bitch got eye problem
You know it is, armed robbery.

(Verse 2 - Euro)
I heard 'em me "Go get 'em, young"
I haven't seen a since I started livin' one
I be in a room full of bitches drunk
Smokin' like a point guard, no look, passin'
you talkin' 'bout? Euro, this and that,
Wanna walk in these shoes? Have the outfit to
And niggas schemin' on I had, but
We gon' put in the bag or a body in the bag (You choose)
And all these new bitches old
stacks at 'em like "That's prolly gon' bruise"
And every dream girl that I fucked came
Now every night 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
Cause I put her on her knees and made her 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 shit if I'm the fuckin' problem
Just know I got 'em, let me know if a fuckin' problem
Out the city, but you take the city out 'em
I know these hoes well, see the spittin' out 'em?
Long story short, money always
She blew the for some Red Bottoms
(Euro)