Luyện nghe bài hát Problems

1]
Yea, yea, yea, Mrs. Bill Collector
I know ya just doing your job, mean to disrespect ya
But we've been going this thang since way back
I told ya when I get the dough I would pay
But I got problems babayy...yea, if you knew
I got bigger problems
So why ya talkin about the money that I owe, like as if I 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 lookin for no tears, but my brother got a year, and my momma keep smoking that shit
On top of that, I'm broke, please put that in your notes for the next one to 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 over me fo'?
Is it black Mercedez? (Oh now I get it, I get it, I get it)
Or cause I'm Hmmm, maybe
Hey, tell me why my hands start sweatin and I hold my breath everytime 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
your flashlight, tell me what do you see
Thug niggas, drug dealers, its a trip, every nigga in this whip got a mothafuckin college

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

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