Luyện nghe bài hát Problems

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

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

1 - AZ]
Soakin in Remy, sittin smokin a twenty
is scabby, the hustlin is so in me
Never show envy, got a I maxed
I'm like po', in eighty-fo', now smile at that
when I'm low, but still right in your face
I'm so skinny, but that semi-auto's right in my
From Jags to Jeeps, with the raggedy seats
Just imagine how I'm movin if we had any
Beats relax me, cheeba keeps me nasty
Lower the when I see the D's creepin past me
the NARCs, born bustin 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 summer or ten
Love the streets, the science of the that's deep
I'm just another next up, tryin to eat

[AZ - speaking Chorus]
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 leave me sick like
I'm a for love wit some easy dick
I did dirt through my but hid my work
Even then I still made sure no got hurt
the next, been knowin since my feet got wet
From the best turned vet learned to speak
My game's jumpin, we all had our of barkin
You could tell niggaz styles by they of parkin
Why dispute it? 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 treat you
on me, smoke spray our potpouri
Y'all can bet I'ma rep how supposed to be

[AZ - over 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
It's only real, certain niggaz mention my
Some relate, others stay numb in the
Tryin to keep steps like we runnin a race
Nikes and Timbs, friends like 'em slim
Light makeup, shit that blend right wit they skin
So what's the All dick sucks 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 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 love or hate
or wrong as long as the thugs relate

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

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

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