Luyện nghe bài hát Problem

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

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 nothin' to be
bitches 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 fuck up a boy that's 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 out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' problem

In a Bentley loud and I'm gassin'
I got hundreds on hundreds, that blue cheese, I'm not ranchin'
I done took off on a boot now I'm Hilton dancing'
And I feel Marilyn Manson and I want a fucking Grammy
me that mud, please just pass me that mud
Sticky white birds, call 'em
Implants up my girls
Please no-no fallin' in
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! white like the Porsches
out to Nelly Air Forces
Hop in that 'ghini ran right on porch
Hop out like the doors
Yeah, I'mma go ahead and free Offset, he a Migo
(Free nigga)

Bitches in love with these slimers, how now?
Lil nigga long as a Greyhound
that shit out the pound
We never lost it, it ain't to be found
These 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 problem
I fuck up a boy that's your problem
Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's your
No need for abortions, I'll nut on your
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

Damn, we gon' try you in these
We gon' G her with no
How long ago? a week
All my attires are
All of her are unique
I wanna fuck at 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, agree with us
Dinosaur B's and some C's us
I that cat bald like an eagle bruh
Since I ran up my ain't no tamin' us
Damn it's Friday, I angel dust
I fuck that bitch if she
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' horse with no
Yeah, shoot that bitch one time a double barrel

Bitches in love with these slimers, how many
Lil nigga money long as a
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 cover me, I call them gowns
Boy that's your
I fuck up a boy that's your problem
Gettin' lil boy, that's your 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 like a motherfuckin' problem