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 this thang since way
I ya when I get the dough I would pay back
But I got babayy...yea, if you only knew
I got bigger problems
So why ya talkin about the money that I owe, as if I didn't know man, it don't mean nothing to me
right now I got my lil boy crying, and my grandmother dying, could you please stop fuckin with me?
Listen here, I aint lookin for no tears, but my got a year, and my momma keep smoking that shit
On top of that, I'm broke, please put that in notes for the next one to call me up talking that shit

2]
Hey, Mr. Policeman
Hey am I wrong, aint you suppose to keep the man?
I coulda swore I was driving peaceful
So why the hell is you pullin me fo'?
Is it this black (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 everytime that you get me
I turn my down, so you won't hear a sound, man I'm nervous like I got a couple pounds on me
You me over, you frown on me
With your flashlight, tell me do you see
Thug niggas, drug dealers, its a trip, every nigga in this got a mothafuckin college degree

3]
Yea, my middle finger to the law, bustin off, touch the sky
My teacher said, "Impossible", but fuckin try
how he gon' tell me, he dont make the rules
There's niggas dying everyday, but we don't the news
they talkin bout some thunderstorm, cyclones
Timmy got his bike stole, top story, Tiger "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 the comet
Hey honor, is you kidding? How you sit above me?
Are you perfect mothafucker, how you finna me?
When you you dont cuss, drink and puff like us
These cops is bad boys, baby just like
They hate they jobs and they days be fucked up us
At the end of the day, you niggas like us