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 I get the dough I would pay back
But I got babayy...yea, if you only knew
I got bigger problems
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 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 notes for the next one to call me up talking that shit

2]
Hey, Mr. Policeman
Hey am I wrong, aint you suppose to the peace man?
I coulda swore I was driving pretty
So why the is you pullin over me fo'?
Is it this Mercedez? (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 down, so you won't hear a sound, man I'm nervous like I got a couple pounds on me
You pulled me over, you on me
With your flashlight, tell me 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, bustin off, tryna the sky
My said, "Impossible", but I'mma fuckin try
how he gon' tell me, he dont make the rules
There's dying everyday, but we don't make the news
they talkin bout some thunderstorm, cyclones
Timmy got his stole, top story, Tiger Woods "be fuckin 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 some

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