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 going through this thang since way back
I told ya when I get the dough I pay back
But I got problems babayy...yea, if you only
I got problems babbayyy
So why ya talkin about the money that I owe, 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 aint lookin for no tears, but my 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 next one to 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 I'm black? Hmmm, maybe
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 flashlight, tell me what do you see
niggas, drug 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 said, "Impossible", but I'mma fuckin try
Plus how he gon' tell me, he make the rules
There's niggas everyday, but we don't make the news
Instead they talkin bout some thunderstorm,
got his bike stole, top story, Tiger Woods "be fuckin all these white hoes"
Anchorman snitchin
Cut the commercial, he be all the side bitches, hey my goodness
How ironic, on for possession of some chronic

My came 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 you dont cuss, drink and puff like us
These cops is bad boys, baby like Puff
They hate jobs and they days be fucked up like us
At the end of the day, you just like us