Luyện nghe bài hát Problems

1]
Yea, yea, yea, Dear Mrs. Collector
I know ya just doing your job, don't mean to ya
But we've been going through thang since way back
I told ya I get the dough I would pay back
But I got babayy...yea, if you only knew
I got bigger babbayyy
So why ya talkin about the money that I owe, like as if I didn't know man, it don't nothing to me
Cause right now I got my lil boy crying, and my grandmother dying, could you stop fuckin with me?
Listen here, I aint 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 notes for the next one to call me up talking that shit

2]
Hey, Mr. Policeman
Hey am I wrong, aint you to keep the peace man?
I coulda swore I was pretty peaceful
So why the is you pullin over me fo'?
Is it this black (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 nervous like I got a couple 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 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
Plus how he gon' tell me, he dont the rules
There's niggas everyday, but we don't make the news
Instead talkin bout some thunderstorm, cyclones
Timmy got his bike stole, top story, Tiger Woods "be all these white hoes"
Anchorman stop
Cut the commercial, he be texting all the bitches, hey my goodness
How ironic, on for possession of some chronic

My lawyer to court, man he was higher than 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
cops is bad boys, baby just like Puff
They hate they jobs and they be fucked up like us
At the end of the day, you niggas like us