Luyện nghe bài hát Problem

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

Bitches in with these slimers, how many now?
Lil nigga money as a Greyhound
Smokin' that out the pound
We never lost it, it nothin' to be found
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 your problem
I might up a boy that's your problem
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 icin' on boogers on boogers lil bitch that's my
Boy check out that Rollie it shine a motherfuckin' problem

In a Bentley burnin' loud and I'm
I got hundreds sittin' on hundreds, that blue cheese, I'm not
I done off on a boot now I'm Paris Hilton dancing'
And I feel Marilyn Manson and I want a fucking Grammy
Pass me that mud, just pass me that mud
Sticky birds, call 'em doves
up under my girls
Please fallin' in love
I'm runnin' 'round with a bitch , mine bout as a cup
Meanwhile they hatin', I done spent me dubs
And I'mma lie to that ho a rug
money of course
Blat! Cookin' white the Porsches
Shout out to Nelly Air
Hop in that 'ghini ran right on porch
Hop out motherfuck the doors
Yeah, go ahead and free Offset, yeah he a Migo
(Free nigga)

Bitches in love with these slimers, how many
Lil nigga money long as a
that shit out the pound
We lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found
These bitches come and go and go 'round
I took the booty, her like a mount
These bitches 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 problem
No for abortions, I'll nut on your momma
Send him up to God no problem
Got icin' on icin' on boogers on lil bitch that's my problem
Boy out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' problem

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

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