Luyện nghe bài hát Problems

1]
Yea, yea, yea, Dear Mrs. Collector
I know ya just doing your job, don't to disrespect ya
But we've been going through this thang way back
I told ya when I get the I would pay back
But I got problems babayy...yea, if you only
I got bigger problems
So why ya about the money that 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 dying, could you please stop fuckin with me?
Listen here, I aint lookin for no tears, but my brother got a year, and my momma smoking that shit
On top of that, I'm broke, please put that in your notes for the next one to me up talking that shit

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

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

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