Luyện nghe bài hát Problem

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

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

In a Bentley burnin' and I'm gassin'
I got hundreds sittin' on hundreds, that cheese, I'm not ranchin'
I done off on a boot now I'm Paris Hilton dancing'
And I feel like Marilyn Manson and I want a Grammy
Pass me that mud, please pass me that mud
Sticky birds, call 'em doves
Implants up my girls
Please fallin' in love
I'm runnin' 'round with a bitch , bout thick 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' like the Porsches
out to Nelly Air Forces
Hop in that 'ghini ran right on porch
Hop out like motherfuck the
Yeah, I'mma go and free Offset, yeah he a Migo
(Free nigga)

Bitches in with these slimers, how many now?
Lil money long as a Greyhound
that 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, nailed her a mount
These bitches gon' cover me, I call them
Boy your problem
I might 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 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 streets
We gon' G her with no
How long ago? 'Bout a
All my attires are
All of her friends are
I wanna 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
Private Fly Gang, yeah agree us
Dinosaur B's and some C's us
I like that cat bald like an eagle
I ran up my racks ain't no tamin' us
Damn it's Friday, I need dust
I fuck that bitch if she
up and hop out Mclarens
Don't say I 'cause that's darin'
shoot 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 with these slimers, how now?
Lil nigga long as a Greyhound
Smokin' that 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, nailed her a mount
These bitches cover me, I call them gowns
Boy that's your
I might fuck up a boy your problem
Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's 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 my problem
Boy check out that it shine like a motherfuckin' problem