Luyện nghe bài hát Problems

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

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

1 - AZ]
Soakin in Remy, sittin back a twenty
is scabby, the hustlin is so in me
Never show envy, got a style I
I'm po', back in eighty-fo', now smile at that
Unseen when I'm low, but still in your face
I'm so skinny, but that right in my waist
From Jags to Jeeps, hoopties with the raggedy
Just imagine how I'm movin if we had any
Beats relax me, good cheeba me nasty
Lower the smoke when I see the D's past me
Duckin the NARCs, born Dutches apart
Love pussy wit pretty lips, when you fuck it it
or foe, freak for the rims that glow
Rock Timbs if it's or ten below
Love the streets, the science of the drugs that's
I'm just another nigga next up, to eat

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

2 - AZ]
But it seems, would rather
See me hit than, see my
Get bagged over bullshit and see me snitch
Hopin' some AIDS ho bitch'll me sick like
I'm a sucker for love wit some easy
I did dirt my days but hid my work
then I still made sure no kids got hurt
Sweep the next, been knowin since my got wet
From the best turned vet to speak direct
My game's jumpin, we all had our days of
You tell niggaz styles by they ways of parkin
Why dispute it? got us so polluted
Paranoid to the point it's we, over-do it
Police press up, peep how the beasts ya
Rough up, handcuff, then treat you
Toast on me, spray our potpouri
Y'all can bet I'ma rep how supposed to be

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

3 - AZ]
Infinite game, get chills on the of my chain
only real, certain niggaz mention my name
Some relate, others numb in the face
Tryin to keep 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 is still official
nickles, and Phil I'm still wit you
Iceberg-in, on the mergin
night, right brake lights black Excursion
Tree smokin, hustle the rap I'ma ropin
Too many niggaz got deep
The stress got 'em, who else wanna express they
Get upset, but vets respect the bottom
To a false, feel a fake love or
Right or as long as the thugs relate

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

[AZ - speaking over
Yeah, y'all haters better get a hustle man, fuckin wit me
I'm to live man, nah mean?
I been at the bottom, I was risin - fell back
I'm to climb up man
Get off my baby
It's all a game man hate me hate the game

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