Luyện nghe bài hát Problems

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

[AZ - over Chorus]
Yeah, now dig
You got, rich right
They do they wanna do
Heh, and you got
niggaz, you heard?
They do what they do
Now ask yourself, which one are
Ha, fall

1 - AZ]
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', back in eighty-fo', now smile at
Unseen when I'm low, but still right in face
I'm so skinny, but semi-auto's right in my waist
From to Jeeps, hoopties with the raggedy seats
Just imagine how I'm if we had any beef
Beats relax me, cheeba keeps me nasty
Lower the when I see the D's creepin past me
Duckin the NARCs, born bustin Dutches
Love pussy wit pretty lips, when you it it fart
Friend or foe, for the rims that glow
Rock Timbs if it's summer or ten
the streets, the science of the drugs that's deep
I'm just another nigga up, tryin to eat

[AZ - over Chorus]
You know!
Not a baby!
all for y'all now

2 - AZ]
But it seems, y'all would
See me hit than, see my
Get over some bullshit and see me snitch
Hopin' some AIDS ho bitch'll me sick like
I'm a sucker for wit some easy dick
I did through 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 of barkin
You could tell niggaz styles by they ways of
Why it? Dough got us so polluted
Paranoid to the point it's like we, it
Police press up, peep how the beasts ya
Rough up, handcuff, treat you lesser
Toast on me, smoke spray our
Y'all can bet I'ma rep how supposed to be

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

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

[AZ - speaking Chorus]
You know!
Not a baby!
all for y'all now
What y'all 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 - back down
I'm tryin to up man
Get off my back
It's all a man don't hate me hate the game

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