Luyện nghe bài hát Problems

1]
Yea, yea, yea, Mrs. Bill Collector
I know ya just doing job, don't mean to disrespect ya
But we've going through this thang since way back
I told ya when I get the I would pay back
But I got babayy...yea, if you only knew
I got bigger babbayyy
So why ya talkin about the money that I owe, like as if I didn't know man, it don't nothing to me
Cause right now I got my lil boy crying, and my grandmother dying, could you please stop fuckin me?
Listen here, I aint for no tears, but my brother got a year, and my momma keep smoking that shit
On top of that, I'm broke, please put that in your notes for the next one to call me up that shit

2]
Hey, Mr. Policeman
Hey am I wrong, you suppose to keep the peace man?
I coulda I was driving pretty peaceful
So why the hell is you over me fo'?
Is it this Mercedez? (Oh now I get it, I get it, I get it)
Or I'm black? Hmmm, maybe
Hey, me why my hands start sweatin and I hold my breath everytime that you get behind me
I turn my music down, so you won't hear a sound, man I'm nervous like I got a couple on me
You pulled me over, you on me
With flashlight, tell me what do you see
Thug niggas, drug dealers, its a trip, every nigga in whip got a mothafuckin college degree

3]
Yea, my finger to the law, bustin off, tryna touch the sky
My teacher said, "Impossible", but fuckin try
how he gon' tell me, he dont make the rules
There's niggas dying everyday, but we make the news
Instead they talkin bout some thunderstorm,
Timmy got his stole, top story, Tiger Woods "be fuckin all these white hoes"
Anchorman stop
Cut the commercial, he be all the side bitches, hey my goodness
How ironic, on trial for possession of chronic

My lawyer to court, man he was higher than the comet
Hey your honor, is you kidding? How you sit me?
Are you perfect mothafucker, how you finna me?
When you home you dont cuss, drink and puff us
These cops is bad boys, baby just like
They hate they jobs and they days be up like us
At the end of the day, you niggas like us