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 been going through this thang since way back
I told ya when I get the I would pay back
But I got problems babayy...yea, if you knew
I got bigger babbayyy
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 grandmother dying, could you please stop with me?
here, I aint lookin 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 one to call me up talking that shit

2]
Hey, Dear Mr.
Hey am I wrong, aint you suppose to keep the man?
I coulda swore I was pretty peaceful
So why the hell is you pullin over me
Is it this Mercedez? (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 everytime you get behind me
I turn my 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 flashlight, tell me what do you see
Thug niggas, dealers, its a trip, every 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 fuckin try
Plus how he tell me, he dont make the rules
There's dying everyday, but we don't make the news
Instead they talkin bout thunderstorm, cyclones
Timmy got his bike stole, top story, Tiger Woods "be all these white hoes"
stop snitchin
Cut the commercial, he be all the side bitches, hey my goodness
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 perfect mothafucker, how you judge me?
When you home you cuss, drink and puff like 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 just like us