Luyện nghe bài hát Problems

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

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

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

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

Friend or foe, freak for the that glow
Rock Timbs if it's summer or ten
Love the streets, the science of the drugs that's
I'm another nigga next up, tryin' to eat

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

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

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

My jumpin', we all had our days of barkin'
You tell niggaz styles by they ways of parkin'
Why dispute it? Dough got us so
Paranoid to the point, it's like we it

Police press up, peep how the beasts ya
Rough up, handcuff, then you lesser
on me, smoke spray our potpourri
Y'all can bet rep how it's supposed to be

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

Infinite game, get chills on the strength of my
It's only real, certain niggaz mention my
Some relate, others numb in the face
to keep steps ahead like we runnin' a race

Nikes and Timbs, lady friends like 'em
Light makeup, that shit that blend right wit 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 black excursion
Tree smokin', the rap I'ma keep ropin'
Too many got deep emotions

The got 'em, who else wanna express they problems
Get upset but real vets 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 them
(Not a soul, baby)
You found the
(It's all for now)
Told me to take this
(What y'all want me?)

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

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