Luyện nghe bài hát Problems

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

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

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

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

2 - AZ]
But it seems, y'all rather
See me hit than, see my
Get over some bullshit and see me snitch
Hopin' some AIDS ho bitch'll leave me 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
Sweep the next, been knowin since my got wet
the best turned vet learned to speak direct
My game's jumpin, we all had our days of
You tell niggaz styles by they ways of parkin
Why it? Dough got us so polluted
to the point it's like we, over-do it
Police press up, peep how the beasts ya
up, handcuff, then treat you lesser
Toast on me, smoke spray our
Y'all can bet I'ma rep how it's to be

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

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

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

[AZ - speaking Chorus]
Yeah, y'all haters get a hustle 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 baby
all a game man don't hate me hate the game

AZ the Visualiza return, again
Love life, hate, what the fuck... fades*}