Luyện nghe bài hát Problems

I had some
And no one could seem to solve
But you the answer
Told me to this chance

in Remy, sittin' back smokin' a twenty
Shit is scabby, the is so in me
Never show envy, got a I maxed
I'm like po' in eighty-fo', now smile at that

when I'm low but still right in your face
I'm so skinny but that right in my waist
From jags to jeeps, ties with the raggedy seats
Just imagine how I'm movin' if we had any

Beats, relax me, good cheeba keeps me
Lower the when I see the D's creepin' past me
Duckin' the NARC's, born bustin' Dutches
Love wit pretty lips, when you fuck it, it fart

Friend or foe, freak for the rims that
Rock Timbs if summer or ten below
Love the streets, the science of the that's deep
I'm just another nigga up, tryin' to eat

I had some
(You know)
And no one could seem to them
(Not a soul, baby)
You the answer
(It's all for now)
Told me to this chance

But it seems, would rather see me hit than see my rich
Get over some bullshit and see me snitch
Hopin' some AIDS ho, bitch'll leave me
Like I'm a for love wit some easy dick

I did through my days but hid my work
Even then I still sure no kids got hurt
Sweep the next, been knowin' since my got wet
From the best turned vet learned to speak

My game's jumpin', we all had our of barkin'
You could tell niggaz styles by ways of parkin'
Why it? Dough got us so polluted
to the point, it's like we over-do it

Police up, peep how the beasts arrest ya
Rough up, handcuff, treat you lesser
Toast on me, smoke spray our
Y'all can bet I'ma rep how supposed to be

I had problems
(You know)
And no one could to solve them
(Not a soul, baby)
You found the
(It's all for now)
Told me to this chance
(I got it locked, me)

Infinite game, get chills on the of my chain
It's only real, niggaz mention my name
relate, others stay numb in the face
Tryin' to keep steps ahead we runnin' a race

Nikes and Timbs, lady friends like 'em
Light makeup, that shit blend right wit they skin
So what's the issue? All dick sucks is still
Cold-steel and Phil, I'm still wit you

Iceberg-in on the Turnpike
Late night, right brake black excursion
smokin', hustle the rap I'ma keep ropin'
Too niggaz got deep emotions

The stress got 'em, who else wanna they problems
Get but real vets respect the bottom
To a false, a fake love or hate
or wrong as long as the thugs relate

I had some
(You know)
And no one could to solve them
(Not a soul, baby)
You the answer
(It's all for now)
Told me to take this
(What want from me?)

I had problems
And no one could seem to solve
But you found the
Told me to take this

I had some
And no one seem to solve them
But you the answer
Told me to take chance