Luyện nghe bài hát Problem

okay, so, YSL
We're YSL a.k.a. Private Fly you know
Yeah man, we the Private Fly you know, join in bitch

Bitches in love with these slimers, how now?
Lil nigga money long as a
Smokin' that out the pound
We never it, it ain't nothin' to be found
These bitches and go 'round and go 'round
I took the booty, nailed her like a
These bitches cover me, I call them gowns
Boy that's your
I might fuck up a boy your problem
Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's problem
No need for abortions, I'll nut on momma
him up to God with no problem
Got icin' on icin' on boogers on lil bitch that's my problem
Boy check out that it shine like a motherfuckin' problem

In a Bentley burnin' loud and I'm
I got sittin' on hundreds, that blue cheese, I'm not ranchin'
I done took off on a now I'm Paris Hilton dancing'
And I feel Marilyn Manson and I want a fucking Grammy
Pass me that mud, please pass me that mud
Sticky white birds, 'em doves
Implants up under my
no-no fallin' in love
I'm runnin' 'round with a , mine bout thick as a cup
Meanwhile they hatin', I done me some dubs
And lie to that ho like a rug
money of course
Blat! Cookin' white like the
Shout out to Nelly Air
Hop in that ran right on your porch
Hop out like the doors
Yeah, I'mma go ahead and free Offset, he a Migo
(Free nigga)

in love with these slimers, how many now?
Lil nigga long as a Greyhound
that shit out the pound
We never lost it, it nothin' to be found
These come and go 'round and go 'round
I took the booty, nailed her like a
These bitches gon' cover me, I call them
Boy that's your
I fuck up a boy that's your problem
distorted lil boy, that's your problem
No need for abortions, nut on your momma
Send him up to God with no
Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil bitch my problem
Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a problem

Damn, we gon' try you in streets
We gon' G her with no
How long ago? a week
All my attires are
All of her friends are
I fuck at least three
Can I? (Yeah, sheesh)
He playin'? I pop him Pop Tarts
I'mma demon, only see when
I look like I got a card
Private Fly Gang, agree with us
B's and some C's with us
I like that cat bald like an bruh
Since I ran up my racks no tamin' us
it's Friday, I need angel dust
I fuck bitch if she starin'
Pull up and hop out
Don't say I won't that's darin'
I'll shoot him with a bow and
Yeah, my bitch is a motherfuckin' horse with no
Yeah, shoot that bitch one time a double barrel

Bitches in love with these slimers, how many
Lil nigga long as a Greyhound
Smokin' that shit out the
We never lost it, it ain't nothin' to be
These bitches and go 'round and go 'round
I the booty, nailed her like a mount
These bitches gon' cover me, I call gowns
Boy that's your
I might fuck up a boy that's problem
Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's your
No for abortions, I'll nut on your momma
Send him up to God with no
Got icin' on on boogers on boogers lil bitch that's my problem
Boy out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' problem