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

in love with these slimers, how many now?
Lil money long as a Greyhound
Smokin' shit out the pound
We lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found
bitches come and go 'round and go 'round
I took the booty, nailed her a mount
These bitches gon' me, I call them gowns
Boy that's your
I might fuck up a boy that's problem
Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's your
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 it shine like a motherfuckin' problem

In a Bentley burnin' and I'm gassin'
I got hundreds sittin' on hundreds, blue cheese, I'm not ranchin'
I done off on a boot now I'm Paris Hilton dancing'
And I like Marilyn Manson and I want a fucking Grammy
Pass me that mud, just pass me that mud
Sticky white birds, call 'em
Implants up my girls
Please fallin' in love
I'm runnin' with a bitch , mine bout thick as a cup
Meanwhile hatin', I done spent me some dubs
And lie to that ho like a rug
money of course
Blat! Cookin' white the Porsches
Shout out to Air Forces
Hop in that 'ghini ran right on your
Hop out like motherfuck the
Yeah, I'mma go ahead and Offset, yeah he a Migo
(Free nigga)

Bitches in love with slimers, how many now?
Lil nigga money as a Greyhound
Smokin' that shit out the
We never lost it, it ain't to be found
These come and go 'round and go 'round
I took the booty, nailed her a mount
bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns
Boy your problem
I might fuck up a boy your problem
Gettin' distorted lil boy, your problem
No need for abortions, nut on your momma
Send him up to God with no
Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil that's my problem
Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin'

Damn, we gon' try you in these
We G her with no sheets
How long ago? 'Bout a
All my attires are
All of her are unique
I wanna fuck at three
Can I? (Yeah, sheesh)
He I pop him like Pop Tarts
I'mma demon, only see when
I look like I got a Visa
Fly Gang, yeah agree with us
Dinosaur B's and some C's us
I like that cat bald like an eagle
I ran up my racks ain't no tamin' us
Damn Friday, I need angel 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 with slimers, how many now?
Lil money long as a Greyhound
Smokin' that shit out the
We never it, it ain't nothin' to be found
These bitches come and go 'round and go
I took the booty, nailed her like a
bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns
Boy your problem
I fuck up a boy that's your problem
Gettin' distorted lil boy, your problem
No need for abortions, nut on your momma
Send him up to God with no
Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil bitch that's my
Boy out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' problem