Luyện nghe bài hát Problems

1]
Yea, yea, yea, Dear Mrs. Bill
I ya just doing your job, don't mean to disrespect ya
But we've been going through this since way back
I told ya when I get the dough I pay back
But I got babayy...yea, if you only knew
I got problems 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?
Listen here, I 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 peace
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 cause I'm black? Hmmm,
Hey, tell me why my hands start sweatin and I my breath everytime that you get behind me
I my music 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
your flashlight, tell me what do you see
Thug niggas, drug dealers, its a trip, every nigga in whip got a mothafuckin college degree

3]
Yea, my middle finger to the law, off, tryna touch the sky
My teacher said, "Impossible", but I'mma try
how he gon' tell me, he dont make the rules
There's niggas dying everyday, but we don't the news
Instead they talkin bout thunderstorm, cyclones
Timmy got his bike stole, top story, Tiger Woods "be fuckin all white hoes"
Anchorman snitchin
Cut the commercial, he be texting all the 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 kidding? How you sit me?
Are you perfect mothafucker, how you finna me?
When you home you cuss, drink 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 like us