Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin Problems

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

(Verse 1 - Lil Wayne)
I know you who you eatin' on
me think about all them nights we got a threesome on
Make me about how you suck it like your teeth are gone
If friends hatin' 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
a fuckin' singalong
Unless you brought the along
kush, okay I got that kush
Cop and put my people on
We can take the stairs up to the
where we belong
Fuck that you talk
I beat that pussy like
Or Rocky, beat the Russian
Or Jordan, beat the buzzer
Nigga, gimme you've got
Take that money an usher
One man band, all you hear is
Told a bitch, too much selfish lead to self destruction
She looked me in my and said
Man, I worried 'bout nothin'
I shorty, you a beast

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

(Verse 2 - Euro)
I heard 'em me "Go get 'em, young"
I haven't seen a movie since I livin' one
I be in a full of bitches gettin' drunk
Smokin' like a point guard, no look, blunts
you talkin' 'bout? Euro, this and that,
Wanna in these shoes? Have the outfit to match
And niggas on what I had, but
We gon' put in the bag or a body in the bag (You choose)
And all these new old news
stacks at 'em like "That's prolly gon' bruise"
And every girl that I fucked came true
Now every feels like 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 that pussy, and I ain't leave a clue
Cause I put her on her knees and 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 if there's a fuckin' problem
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 the team for some Red Bottoms
(Euro)