Luyện nghe bài hát Problem

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

Bitches in love with slimers, how many now?
Lil money long as a Greyhound
Smokin' that shit out the
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 that's your
I might fuck up a boy that's problem
distorted lil boy, that's your problem
No need for abortions, I'll nut on 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' loud and I'm
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 Manson and I want a Grammy
me that mud, please just pass me that mud
Sticky white birds, call 'em
Implants up under my
Please no-no fallin' in
I'm runnin' 'round with a bitch , bout thick as a cup
Meanwhile they hatin', I done spent me some
And I'mma lie to that ho a rug
money of course
Blat! Cookin' like the Porsches
Shout out to Air Forces
Hop in 'ghini ran right on your porch
Hop out like motherfuck the
Yeah, I'mma go and free Offset, yeah he a Migo
(Free nigga)

in love with these slimers, how many now?
Lil money long as a Greyhound
Smokin' shit out the pound
We never lost it, it 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 that's problem
I fuck up a boy that's your problem
Gettin' lil boy, that's your problem
No for abortions, I'll nut on your momma
him up to God with no problem
Got icin' on on boogers on boogers lil bitch that's my problem
Boy check out Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' problem

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

Bitches in love these slimers, how many now?
Lil nigga long as a Greyhound
Smokin' that shit out the
We never lost it, it ain't 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 problem
I might fuck up a boy that's problem
distorted lil boy, that's your problem
No for abortions, I'll nut on your momma
Send him up to God with no
Got icin' on icin' on on boogers lil bitch that's my problem
Boy check out that it shine like a motherfuckin' problem