Luyện nghe bài hát Problems

1]
Yea, yea, yea, Dear Mrs. Bill
I know ya just doing your job, mean to disrespect ya
But we've been going through this thang way back
I told ya I get the dough I would pay back
But I got problems babayy...yea, if you only
I got problems babbayyy
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 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 keep smoking that
On top of that, I'm broke, please put that in your notes for the next one to call me up talking shit

2]
Hey, Dear Mr.
Hey am I wrong, aint you to keep the peace man?
I coulda swore I was driving peaceful
So why the hell is you pullin me fo'?
Is it this black (Oh now I get it, I get it, I get it)
Or cause I'm black? Hmmm,
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 nervous like I got a pounds on me
You pulled me over, you 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 middle finger to the law, off, tryna touch the sky
My teacher said, "Impossible", but fuckin try
how he gon' tell me, he dont make the rules
There's niggas dying everyday, but we make the news
Instead they bout some 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 bitches, hey my goodness
How ironic, on trial for of some 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 dont cuss, drink and like us
These cops is bad boys, baby just like
They hate they and they days be fucked up like us
At the end of the day, you niggas like us