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

In a burnin' loud and I'm gassin'
I got hundreds 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 want a fucking
me that mud, please just pass me that mud
Sticky birds, call 'em doves
up under my girls
Please no-no in love
I'm runnin' 'round with a bitch , mine thick as a cup
they hatin', I done spent me some dubs
And lie to that ho like a rug
Gettin' of course
Blat! Cookin' like the Porsches
Shout out to Nelly Air
Hop in that ran right on your porch
Hop out motherfuck the doors
Yeah, I'mma go and free Offset, yeah 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 come and go 'round and go 'round
I took the booty, her like a mount
These gon' cover me, I call them gowns
Boy that's problem
I might fuck up a boy your problem
distorted lil boy, that's your problem
No for abortions, I'll 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 it shine like a motherfuckin' problem

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

Bitches in with these slimers, how many now?
Lil nigga money as a Greyhound
Smokin' that 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, nailed her a mount
These bitches gon' me, I call them gowns
Boy that's problem
I might fuck up a boy your problem
Gettin' distorted lil boy, your problem
No need for abortions, nut on your 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 it shine like a motherfuckin' problem