Luyện nghe bài hát Problem

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

Bitches in love with these slimers, how now?
Lil money long as a Greyhound
Smokin' shit out the pound
We never lost it, it ain't to be found
These bitches come and go and go 'round
I took the booty, her like a mount
These bitches gon' cover me, I them gowns
Boy your problem
I might fuck up a boy that's your
Gettin' distorted lil boy, your problem
No need for abortions, I'll nut on momma
him up to God with no problem
Got icin' on on boogers on boogers 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 sittin' on hundreds, that cheese, I'm not ranchin'
I done off on a boot now I'm Paris Hilton dancing'
And I feel Marilyn Manson and I want a fucking Grammy
Pass me that mud, please pass me that mud
Sticky white birds, 'em doves
Implants up my girls
Please no-no in love
I'm runnin' 'round with a , mine bout thick as a cup
Meanwhile hatin', I done spent me some dubs
And I'mma lie to that ho 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 slimers, how many now?
Lil nigga money long as a
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, her like a mount
These bitches gon' me, I call them gowns
Boy your problem
I might fuck up a boy that's your
Gettin' lil boy, that's your problem
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 bitch that's my
Boy check out that it shine like a motherfuckin' problem

Damn, we gon' try you in these
We gon' G her no sheets
How ago? 'Bout a week
All my are neat
All of her friends are
I wanna fuck at three
Can I? (Yeah, sheesh)
He playin'? I pop him Pop Tarts
I'mma demon, only see dark
I like I got a Visa card
Private Fly Gang, yeah with us
Dinosaur B's and C's with us
I like that cat bald like an bruh
Since I ran up my racks no tamin' us
Damn Friday, I need angel dust
I that bitch if she starin'
Pull up and hop out
Don't say I 'cause that's darin'
shoot him with a bow and arrow
Yeah, my bitch is a motherfuckin' horse no saddle
Yeah, shoot that one time with a double barrel

Bitches in love these slimers, how many now?
Lil nigga long as a Greyhound
Smokin' shit out the pound
We never it, it ain't nothin' to be found
These bitches come and go 'round and go
I took the booty, nailed her like a
These gon' cover me, I call them gowns
Boy your 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 no problem
Got on icin' on boogers on boogers lil bitch that's my problem
Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin'