Luyện nghe bài hát Problems

1]
Yea, yea, yea, Mrs. Bill Collector
I know ya just doing your job, mean to disrespect ya
But we've going through this thang since way back
I told ya when I get the dough I would pay
But I got problems babayy...yea, if you knew
I got bigger babbayyy
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 momma keep smoking 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 peace
I swore I was driving pretty peaceful
So why the hell is you pullin over me
Is it black 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 breath everytime you get behind me
I turn my music down, so you won't hear a sound, man I'm like I got a couple pounds on me
You pulled me over, you 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 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 all the side bitches, hey my goodness
How ironic, on for possession of some chronic

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