Luyện nghe bài hát Problems

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

[AZ - speaking over
Yeah, now dig
You got, niggaz right
They do what wanna do
Heh, and you got
Broke niggaz, you
do what they gotta do
Now ask yourself, one are you?
Ha, fall

1 - AZ]
Soakin in Remy, sittin back a twenty
Shit is scabby, the is so in me
Never show envy, got a 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 semi-auto's right in my waist
From Jags to Jeeps, hoopties the raggedy seats
imagine how I'm movin if we had any beef
Beats relax me, good cheeba me nasty
Lower the smoke I see the D's creepin past me
Duckin the NARCs, born bustin apart
Love pussy wit lips, when you fuck 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 nigga next up, to eat

[AZ - speaking over
You know!
Not a baby!
It's all for now

2 - AZ]
But it seems, y'all 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 through my days but hid my
Even then I still made sure no got hurt
Sweep the next, knowin since my feet got wet
From the best turned vet learned to direct
My jumpin, we all had our days of barkin
You could tell niggaz by they ways of parkin
Why it? Dough got us so polluted
Paranoid to the point it's like we, it
Police press up, peep how the arrest ya
Rough up, handcuff, then you lesser
Toast on me, smoke our potpouri
can bet I'ma rep how it's supposed to be

[AZ - speaking over
You know!
Not a baby!
all for y'all now
I got it locked, me!

3 - AZ]
Infinite game, get chills on the strength of my
It's only real, certain mention my name
Some relate, others stay numb in the
Tryin to keep steps ahead we runnin a race
Nikes and Timbs, lady friends 'em slim
makeup, that shit that blend right wit they skin
So what's the issue? All dick is still official
Cold-steel nickles, and Phil I'm wit you
Iceberg-in, on the Turnpike
Late night, brake lights black Excursion
Tree smokin, hustle the rap keep ropin
Too many niggaz got emotions
The stress got 'em, who wanna express they problems?
Get upset, but real respect the bottom
To a false, feel a love or hate
Right or wrong as as the thugs relate

[AZ - speaking Chorus]
You know!
Not a baby!
all for y'all now
What want from me?

[AZ - over Chorus]
Yeah, y'all haters better get a man, stop fuckin wit me
I'm tryin to live man, nah
I been at the bottom, I was risin - fell down
I'm to climb up man
Get off my baby
It's all a game man don't me hate the game

AZ the return, once again
Love life, hate, what the fuck... {*music