Luyện nghe bài hát Problem

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

Bitches in with these slimers, how many now?
Lil nigga money long as a
that shit out the pound
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 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 with no
Got on icin' on boogers on boogers lil bitch that's my problem
Boy check out that Rollie it like a motherfuckin' problem

In a Bentley burnin' and I'm gassin'
I got sittin' on hundreds, that 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 a fucking Grammy
Pass me mud, please just pass me that mud
Sticky white birds, call 'em
Implants up under my
Please no-no in love
I'm runnin' 'round with a , mine bout thick as a cup
Meanwhile they hatin', I spent me some dubs
And I'mma lie to that ho a rug
Gettin' of course
Blat! Cookin' like the Porsches
out to Nelly Air Forces
Hop in 'ghini ran right on your porch
Hop out like the doors
Yeah, I'mma go ahead and free Offset, he a Migo
(Free nigga)

Bitches in love with slimers, how many now?
Lil nigga long as a Greyhound
Smokin' shit out the pound
We lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found
These bitches and go 'round and go 'round
I took the booty, her like a mount
bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns
Boy your problem
I might fuck up a boy that's problem
distorted lil boy, that's your problem
No need for abortions, nut on your momma
him up to God with no problem
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 gon' try you in streets
We gon' G her no sheets
How long ago? a week
All my are neat
All of her are unique
I wanna fuck at least
Can I? (Yeah, sheesh)
He playin'? I pop him like Pop
I'mma demon, only see when
I look like I got a card
Private Fly Gang, yeah with us
B's and some C's with us
I like that cat bald an eagle bruh
Since I ran up my ain't no tamin' us
Damn it's Friday, I angel dust
I that bitch if she starin'
up and hop out Mclarens
Don't say I won't 'cause darin'
shoot him with a bow and arrow
Yeah, my bitch is a motherfuckin' with no saddle
Yeah, shoot that one time with a double barrel

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