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

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

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

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

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