Luyện nghe bài hát Problems

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

[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, fall

1 - AZ]
Soakin in Remy, sittin back smokin a
is scabby, the hustlin is so in me
Never show envy, got a I maxed
I'm po', back in eighty-fo', now smile at that
Unseen I'm low, but still right in your face
I'm so skinny, but that semi-auto's in my waist
From Jags to Jeeps, hoopties the raggedy seats
Just imagine how I'm if we had any beef
Beats relax me, cheeba keeps 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
Friend or foe, freak for the that glow
Timbs if it's summer or ten below
Love the streets, the science of the drugs deep
I'm just another 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 bagged over 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 through my but hid my work
Even then I still made sure no got hurt
Sweep the next, been knowin my feet got wet
the best turned vet learned to speak direct
My jumpin, we all had our days of barkin
You could tell niggaz styles by ways of parkin
Why dispute it? got us so polluted
Paranoid to the point like we, over-do it
Police press up, peep how the beasts ya
Rough up, handcuff, then 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, certain niggaz my name
Some relate, others stay in the face
Tryin to keep steps ahead we runnin a race
and Timbs, lady friends like 'em slim
Light makeup, that that blend right wit they skin
So what's the issue? All dick sucks is official
Cold-steel nickles, and Phil I'm wit you
Iceberg-in, on the Turnpike
night, right brake lights black Excursion
Tree smokin, the rap I'ma keep ropin
Too many got deep emotions
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

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

[AZ - speaking Chorus]
Yeah, y'all haters better get a hustle man, fuckin wit me
I'm to live man, nah mean?
I at the bottom, I was risin - fell back down
I'm tryin to 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, the fuck... {*music fades*}