Luyện nghe bài hát Problems

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

2]
Hey, Dear Mr.
Hey am I wrong, aint you to keep the peace man?
I coulda swore I was driving pretty
So why the is you pullin over me fo'?
Is it this black (Oh now I get it, I get it, I get it)
Or I'm black? Hmmm, maybe
Hey, tell me why my hands start sweatin and I hold my breath 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 pounds on me
You me over, you frown on me
your flashlight, tell me what do you see
Thug niggas, drug dealers, its a trip, every in this whip got a mothafuckin college degree

3]
Yea, my middle finger to the law, bustin off, touch the sky
My teacher said, "Impossible", but fuckin try
Plus how he gon' tell me, he make the rules
niggas dying everyday, but we don't make the news
Instead they bout some thunderstorm, cyclones
Timmy got his bike stole, top story, Tiger Woods "be fuckin all these hoes"
Anchorman stop
Cut the commercial, he be texting all the bitches, hey my goodness
How ironic, on trial for possession of some

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