Luyện nghe bài hát Problem

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

in love with these slimers, how many now?
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 'round and go
I took the booty, her like 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, your 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 Rollie it shine a motherfuckin' problem

In a Bentley loud 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 and I want a fucking Grammy
Pass me that mud, please pass me that mud
white birds, call 'em doves
Implants up my girls
Please no-no 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
Gettin' money of
Blat! white like the Porsches
Shout out to Nelly Air
Hop in that ran right on your porch
Hop out like motherfuck the
Yeah, go ahead and free 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 lost 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 bitches gon' cover me, I call gowns
Boy that's problem
I might up a boy that's your problem
Gettin' distorted lil boy, your problem
No for abortions, I'll nut on your momma
him up to God with no problem
Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil bitch that's my
Boy check out Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' problem

Damn, we gon' try you in these
We G her with no sheets
How long 'Bout a week
All my are neat
All of her friends are
I wanna fuck at least
Can I? (Yeah, sheesh)
He playin'? I pop him Pop Tarts
I'mma demon, only see when
I look I got a Visa card
Private Fly Gang, agree with us
Dinosaur B's and C's with 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 that bitch if she starin'
up and hop out Mclarens
Don't say I 'cause that's darin'
I'll shoot him with a bow and
Yeah, my bitch is a motherfuckin' with no saddle
Yeah, shoot bitch one time with a double barrel

Bitches in love with slimers, how many now?
Lil money long as a Greyhound
Smokin' shit out the pound
We never lost it, it nothin' to be found
These bitches come and go and go 'round
I took the booty, nailed her like a
These bitches gon' me, I call them gowns
Boy your problem
I might up a boy that's your problem
Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's problem
No need for abortions, nut on your momma
him up to God with no problem
Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil that's my problem
Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin'