Luyện nghe bài hát Problems

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

Soakin' in Remy, sittin' back a twenty
Shit is scabby, the is so in me
Never envy, got a style I maxed
I'm po' back 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, hoop ties with the seats
Just how I'm movin' if we had any beef

Beats, relax me, good cheeba me nasty
Lower the smoke when I see the D's past me
Duckin' the NARC's, bustin' Dutches apart
Love pussy wit pretty lips, when you it, it fart

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

I had problems
(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

But it seems, y'all would rather see me hit than see my
Get bagged some bullshit and see me snitch
Hopin' some AIDS ho, leave me sick
Like I'm a sucker for love wit easy dick

I did dirt my days but hid my work
Even then I still made sure no kids got
the next, been knowin' since my feet got wet
From the best turned vet to speak direct

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

Police press up, how the beasts arrest ya
Rough up, handcuff, then treat you
on me, smoke spray our potpourri
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 strength of my
It's only real, certain niggaz mention my
relate, others stay numb in the face
Tryin' to steps ahead like we runnin' a race

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

on the Turnpike mergin'
Late night, right brake lights black
smokin', hustle the rap I'ma keep ropin'
Too many niggaz got deep

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

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

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

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