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 been going through this since 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 talkin about the money that I owe, like as if I 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 fuckin 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, Mr. Policeman
Hey am I wrong, you suppose to keep the peace man?
I coulda swore I was driving pretty
So why the hell is you pullin me fo'?
Is it black Mercedez? (Oh now I get it, I get it, I get it)
Or cause I'm black? Hmmm,
Hey, tell me why my hands sweatin and I hold my breath everytime that you get behind me
I my music down, so you won't hear a sound, man I'm nervous like I got a couple pounds on me
You me over, you frown on me
With your flashlight, me what do you see
Thug niggas, drug dealers, its a trip, every nigga in this got a mothafuckin college degree

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

My lawyer came to court, man he was higher than the
Hey your honor, is you How you sit above me?
Are you mothafucker, how you finna judge me?
When you home you dont cuss, and puff like 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 like us