Luyện nghe bài hát Problems

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

Soakin' in Remy, sittin' back smokin' a
Shit is scabby, the is so in me
show envy, got a style I maxed
I'm like po' in eighty-fo', now smile at that

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

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

Friend or foe, freak for the rims glow
Rock Timbs if it's summer or ten
Love the streets, the science of the drugs deep
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)
Told me to this chance

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

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

My game's jumpin', we all had our days of
You could 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 arrest ya
Rough up, handcuff, then treat you
on me, smoke spray our potpourri
Y'all can bet rep how it's supposed to be

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

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

Nikes and Timbs, lady like 'em slim
Light makeup, that shit that blend right wit they
So the issue? All dick sucks is still official
nickels and Phil, I'm still wit you

Iceberg-in on the Turnpike
Late night, right brake lights black
Tree smokin', hustle the rap I'ma keep
Too many niggaz got deep

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

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

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