Luyện nghe bài hát Problem

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

Bitches in love these slimers, how many now?
Lil nigga money as a Greyhound
that shit out the pound
We never it, it ain't nothin' to be found
These come and go 'round and go 'round
I took the booty, nailed her like a
These gon' cover me, I call them gowns
Boy that's your
I fuck up a boy that's your problem
Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's problem
No for abortions, I'll nut on your momma
Send him up to God with no
Got on icin' on boogers on boogers lil bitch that's my problem
Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a 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 boot now I'm Hilton dancing'
And I feel like Marilyn and I want a fucking Grammy
Pass me mud, please just pass me that mud
white birds, call 'em doves
Implants up under my
Please fallin' in love
I'm runnin' 'round a bitch , mine bout thick as a cup
they hatin', I done spent me some dubs
And I'mma lie to that ho a rug
Gettin' of course
Blat! white like the Porsches
out to Nelly Air Forces
Hop in that 'ghini ran right on 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 long as a Greyhound
Smokin' that out the pound
We lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found
These bitches come and go 'round and go
I took the booty, nailed her like a
These bitches gon' cover me, I them gowns
Boy that's your
I might fuck up a boy that's your
Gettin' lil boy, that's your problem
No need for abortions, I'll nut on your
Send him up to God with no
Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil bitch that's my
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 wanna at least three
Can I? (Yeah, sheesh)
He playin'? I pop him Pop Tarts
I'mma demon, only see dark
I look like I got a Visa
Fly Gang, yeah agree with us
Dinosaur B's and C's with us
I like that cat bald like an bruh
Since I ran up my racks no tamin' us
Damn it's Friday, I need dust
I fuck bitch if she starin'
up and hop out Mclarens
Don't say I won't 'cause that's
I'll him with a bow and arrow
Yeah, my bitch is a motherfuckin' horse no saddle
Yeah, that bitch one time with a double barrel

Bitches in love with these slimers, how many
Lil money long as a Greyhound
Smokin' 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
bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns
Boy your problem
I might up a boy that's your problem
Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's your
No need for abortions, I'll nut on your
Send him up to God with no
Got icin' on icin' on boogers on lil bitch that's my problem
Boy check out that it shine like a motherfuckin' problem