Luyện nghe bài hát Problem

okay, so, YSL
We're YSL a.k.a. Private Fly Gang you
Yeah man, we the Private Fly you know, join in bitch

Bitches in love with slimers, how many now?
Lil nigga money long as a
Smokin' shit out the pound
We never it, it ain't nothin' to be found
These come and go 'round and go 'round
I took the booty, her like a mount
bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns
Boy that's problem
I might fuck up a boy that's your
Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's your
No need for abortions, I'll nut on momma
him up to God with no problem
Got icin' on on boogers on boogers lil bitch that's my problem
Boy check out that Rollie it like a motherfuckin' problem

In a burnin' loud and I'm gassin'
I got sittin' on hundreds, that blue cheese, I'm not ranchin'
I took off on a boot now I'm Paris Hilton dancing'
And I feel like Marilyn Manson and I a fucking Grammy
Pass me mud, please just pass me that mud
white birds, call 'em doves
Implants up under my
no-no fallin' in love
I'm 'round with a bitch , mine bout thick as a cup
they hatin', I done spent me some dubs
And I'mma lie to ho like a rug
Gettin' money of
Blat! Cookin' white like the
Shout out to Air Forces
Hop in that 'ghini ran on your porch
Hop out like motherfuck the
Yeah, I'mma go ahead and Offset, yeah he a Migo
(Free nigga)

Bitches in love with slimers, how many now?
Lil nigga long as a Greyhound
Smokin' shit out the pound
We never lost it, it ain't to be found
These bitches and go 'round and go 'round
I took the booty, her like a mount
bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns
Boy that's problem
I might up a boy that's your problem
Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's your
No need for abortions, nut on your momma
Send him up to God with no
Got on icin' on boogers on boogers lil bitch that's my problem
Boy check out that Rollie it shine a motherfuckin' problem

Damn, we try you in these streets
We G her with no sheets
How ago? 'Bout a week
All my attires are
All of her friends are
I fuck at least three
Can I? (Yeah, sheesh)
He playin'? I pop him like Pop
demon, only see when dark
I look like I got a Visa
Fly Gang, yeah agree with us
Dinosaur B's and C's with us
I like that cat bald like an eagle
Since I ran up my racks ain't no us
it's Friday, I need angel dust
I fuck that if she starin'
Pull up and hop out
Don't say I won't that's darin'
I'll him with a bow and arrow
Yeah, my bitch is a motherfuckin' horse with no
Yeah, shoot that one time with a double barrel

Bitches in love these slimers, how many now?
Lil money long as a Greyhound
Smokin' shit out the pound
We never lost it, it nothin' to be found
These bitches and go 'round and go 'round
I took the booty, her like a mount
These bitches gon' cover me, I them gowns
Boy that's problem
I might up a boy that's your problem
Gettin' distorted lil boy, your problem
No for abortions, I'll nut on your momma
Send him up to God with no
Got icin' on icin' on boogers on lil bitch that's my problem
Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a problem