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 lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found
bitches come and go 'round and go 'round
I took the booty, nailed her like a
These bitches cover me, I call them gowns
Boy that's your
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 boogers on lil bitch that's my problem
Boy check out that Rollie it like a motherfuckin' problem

In a Bentley burnin' loud and I'm
I got hundreds sittin' on hundreds, that 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 a fucking Grammy
Pass me mud, please just pass me that mud
white birds, call 'em doves
Implants up my girls
Please no-no fallin' in
I'm runnin' 'round with a bitch , mine thick as a cup
Meanwhile they hatin', I done me some dubs
And lie to that ho like a rug
Gettin' money of
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 ahead and Offset, yeah he a Migo
(Free nigga)

in love with these slimers, how many now?
Lil nigga long as a Greyhound
Smokin' that shit out the
We never lost it, it ain't to be found
These come and go 'round and go 'round
I the booty, nailed her like a mount
These bitches gon' cover me, I call gowns
Boy that's your
I might fuck up a boy that's your
Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's problem
No need for abortions, I'll nut on momma
him up to God with no problem
Got icin' on icin' on boogers on 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 attires are
All of her friends are
I wanna at least three
Can I? (Yeah, sheesh)
He playin'? I pop him like Pop
I'mma demon, only see dark
I look like I got a Visa
Private Fly Gang, yeah agree us
B's and some C's with us
I like that cat bald like an bruh
Since I ran up my ain't no tamin' us
Damn it's Friday, I need angel
I fuck that bitch if she
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 horse with no saddle
Yeah, shoot that bitch one time a double barrel

in love with these slimers, how many now?
Lil nigga money long as a
Smokin' shit out the pound
We never lost it, it ain't 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 that's problem
I might fuck up a boy 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 check out Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' problem