Luyện nghe bài hát Problem

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

in love with these slimers, how many now?
Lil money long as a Greyhound
Smokin' that shit out the
We never lost it, it nothin' to be found
bitches come and go 'round and go 'round
I took the booty, her like a mount
These bitches gon' 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 your
Send him up to God with no
Got icin' on icin' on on boogers lil bitch that's my problem
Boy check out that it shine like a motherfuckin' problem

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

Bitches in love with these slimers, how now?
Lil nigga money long as a
Smokin' that out the pound
We never lost it, it ain't to be found
These bitches come and go 'round and go
I took the booty, her like a mount
These bitches gon' me, I call them gowns
Boy that's your
I might fuck up a boy that's problem
Gettin' distorted lil boy, your problem
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 like a problem

Damn, we try you in these streets
We gon' G her with no
How long ago? a week
All my are neat
All of her friends are
I fuck at least three
Can I? (Yeah, sheesh)
He I pop him like Pop Tarts
I'mma demon, only see dark
I look I got a Visa card
Private Fly Gang, agree with us
B's and some C's with us
I like that cat bald like an eagle
Since I ran up my racks 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 darin'
I'll shoot him a bow and arrow
Yeah, my is a motherfuckin' horse with no saddle
Yeah, shoot that bitch one with a double barrel

in love with these slimers, how many now?
Lil nigga money long as a
Smokin' that shit out the
We never lost it, it nothin' to be found
These come and go 'round and go 'round
I the booty, nailed her like a mount
bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns
Boy that's your
I might fuck up a boy your problem
distorted lil boy, that's your problem
No need for abortions, 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