Luyện nghe bài hát Problems

1]
Yea, yea, yea, Mrs. Bill Collector
I know ya just doing job, don't mean to disrespect ya
But we've been going through thang since way back
I told ya when I get the dough I pay back
But I got problems babayy...yea, if you knew
I got bigger babbayyy
So why ya talkin about the money that I owe, like as if I 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 fuckin me?
Listen here, I aint lookin for no tears, but my brother got a year, and my momma smoking that shit
On top of that, I'm broke, please put that in your notes for the next one to call me up talking that

2]
Hey, Dear Mr.
Hey am I wrong, aint you to keep the peace man?
I coulda swore I was pretty peaceful
So why the hell is you over me fo'?
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 sweatin and I hold my breath everytime that you get behind me
I turn my music down, so you won't hear a sound, man I'm like I got a couple pounds on me
You pulled me over, you on me
With your flashlight, me what do you see
Thug niggas, drug dealers, its a trip, every in this whip got a mothafuckin college degree

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Yea, my middle finger to the law, bustin off, touch the sky
My said, "Impossible", but I'mma fuckin try
Plus how he gon' tell me, he make the rules
There's dying everyday, but we don't make the news
Instead they bout some thunderstorm, cyclones
got his bike stole, top story, Tiger Woods "be fuckin all these white hoes"
Anchorman snitchin
Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches, hey my
How ironic, on for possession of some chronic

My lawyer came to court, man he was higher than the
Hey your honor, is you kidding? How you sit me?
Are you mothafucker, how you finna judge me?
When you home you dont cuss, and puff like us
cops is bad boys, baby just like Puff
They hate jobs and they days be fucked up like us
At the end of the day, you niggas just us