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 told ya when I get the dough I pay back
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 didn't man, it don't mean nothing to me
Cause right now I got my lil boy crying, and my dying, could you please stop fuckin with me?
Listen here, I aint lookin for no tears, but my brother got a year, and my keep smoking that shit
On top of that, I'm broke, put that in your notes for the next one to call me up talking that shit

2]
Hey, Mr. Policeman
Hey am I wrong, aint you suppose to the peace man?
I coulda swore I was driving pretty
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 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 nervous like I got a couple on me
You me over, you frown 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 middle finger to the law, bustin off, touch the sky
My teacher said, "Impossible", but fuckin try
Plus how he gon' tell me, he dont make the
There's niggas everyday, but we don't make the news
they talkin bout some thunderstorm, cyclones
Timmy got his stole, top story, Tiger Woods "be fuckin 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 some

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