Luyện nghe bài hát Problems

1]
Yea, yea, yea, Mrs. Bill Collector
I know ya doing your job, don't mean to disrespect ya
But we've been going through this thang way back
I ya when I get the dough 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 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 swore I was driving pretty
So why the hell is you pullin over me
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, drug dealers, its a trip, nigga in this whip got a mothafuckin college degree

3]
Yea, my middle to the law, bustin off, tryna touch the sky
My teacher said, "Impossible", but fuckin try
Plus how he tell me, he dont make the rules
There's niggas dying everyday, but we make the news
they talkin bout some thunderstorm, cyclones
Timmy got his bike stole, top story, Tiger "be fuckin all these white hoes"
stop snitchin
Cut the commercial, he be texting all the bitches, hey my goodness
How ironic, on trial for possession of some

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