Luyện nghe bài hát Problems

I live in a frequency where rules that God is me
In a war against my body, in the poetry of
'Cause it's the rich ones who will it
'Cause it's the rich ones who the guts to take it
They fine
They feel

out complainer by the bar
Let's kick his ass and make him beg for
line him up and make him scream and shout
And him he's got nothing to complain about

I believe in the groove complacent
So jack me up and me up with entertainment
Yeah, I fine