Luyện nghe bài hát Problem

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

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

In a Bentley burnin' and I'm gassin'
I got hundreds sittin' on hundreds, blue cheese, I'm not ranchin'
I done took off on a now I'm Paris Hilton dancing'
And I feel like Marilyn Manson and I want a Grammy
Pass me that mud, please just me that mud
Sticky white birds, call 'em
Implants up my girls
Please no-no in love
I'm runnin' 'round with a bitch , mine thick as a cup
they hatin', I done spent me some dubs
And lie to that ho like a rug
Gettin' of course
Blat! white like the Porsches
out to Nelly Air Forces
Hop in 'ghini ran right on your porch
Hop out like motherfuck the
Yeah, I'mma go ahead and free Offset, yeah he a
(Free nigga)

Bitches in love these slimers, how many now?
Lil nigga money long as a
that shit out the pound
We lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found
bitches come and go 'round and go 'round
I the booty, nailed her like a mount
These bitches gon' cover me, I call gowns
Boy your problem
I might fuck up a boy your problem
Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's your
No for abortions, I'll nut on your momma
him up to God with no problem
Got icin' on icin' on on boogers lil bitch that's my problem
Boy check out Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' problem

Damn, we try you in these streets
We gon' G her no sheets
How long 'Bout a week
All my are neat
All of her are unique
I wanna fuck at three
Can I? (Yeah, sheesh)
He playin'? I pop him like Pop
I'mma demon, only see when
I like I got a Visa card
Fly Gang, yeah agree with us
Dinosaur B's and C's with us
I like cat bald like an eagle bruh
I ran up my racks ain't no tamin' us
Damn Friday, I need angel dust
I that bitch if she starin'
up and hop out Mclarens
Don't say I won't 'cause darin'
shoot him with a bow and arrow
Yeah, my is a motherfuckin' horse with no saddle
Yeah, shoot that bitch one time with a barrel

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