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 through this thang since way back
I ya when I get the dough I would pay back
But I got problems babayy...yea, if you only
I got problems babbayyy
So why ya talkin about the that I owe, like as if I didn't 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 with me?
Listen here, I aint lookin for no tears, but my brother got a year, and my momma keep that shit
On top of that, I'm broke, please put that in your notes for the one to call me up talking that shit

2]
Hey, Dear Mr.
Hey am I wrong, aint you to keep the peace man?
I swore I was driving pretty peaceful
So why the hell is you pullin me fo'?
Is it this Mercedez? (Oh now I get it, I get it, I get it)
Or cause I'm black? Hmmm,
Hey, tell me why my hands start sweatin and I hold my breath that you get behind me
I turn my music down, so you won't hear a sound, man I'm nervous like I got a couple on me
You pulled me over, you on me
With flashlight, tell me what do you see
Thug niggas, drug dealers, its a trip, every in this whip got a mothafuckin college degree

3]
Yea, my finger to the law, bustin off, tryna touch the sky
My teacher said, "Impossible", but I'mma try
how he gon' tell me, he dont make the rules
There's niggas dying everyday, but we don't make the
Instead they talkin bout some thunderstorm,
got his bike stole, top story, Tiger Woods "be fuckin all these white hoes"
Anchorman snitchin
Cut the commercial, he be texting all the bitches, hey my goodness
How ironic, on for possession of some chronic

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