Luyện nghe bài hát Problems

1]
Yea, yea, yea, Dear Mrs. Bill
I know ya doing your job, don't mean to disrespect ya
But we've been going through 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 problems babbayyy
So why ya talkin about the money that I owe, like as if I didn't know man, it mean nothing to me
Cause right now I got my lil boy crying, and my grandmother dying, could you please stop 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 next one to call me up talking shit

2]
Hey, Mr. Policeman
Hey am I wrong, aint you suppose to the peace man?
I coulda I was driving pretty 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 I'm black? Hmmm, maybe
Hey, tell me why my hands start sweatin and I hold my breath everytime that you get me
I turn my music down, so you won't hear a sound, man I'm nervous I got a couple pounds on me
You me over, you frown on me
With your flashlight, tell me 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, bustin off, tryna the sky
My teacher said, "Impossible", but fuckin try
how he gon' tell me, he dont make the rules
There's niggas everyday, but we don't make the news
Instead they bout some thunderstorm, cyclones
Timmy got his bike stole, top story, Tiger "be fuckin all these white hoes"
Anchorman snitchin
Cut the commercial, he be all the side bitches, hey my goodness
How ironic, on trial for of some chronic

My came to court, man he was higher than the comet
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
cops is bad boys, baby just like Puff
They hate they jobs and days be fucked up like us
At the end of the day, you just like us