Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

If having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got nine problems but a bitch ain't one

I got the rap on the gat patrol
Foes that want ta make sure my closed
Rap critics say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood, stupid?what type of facts are
If you grew up holes in your zapatos
You'd celebrate the minute you was dough
I'm like "Fuck critics" you can my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast
Got beef with radio if I don't play they
They don't play my hits, well, I give a shit, so
Rap try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give 'em more for ads, fuckers
I don't what you take me as
Or the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to riches, niggas I ain't
I got ninety nine problems but a ain't one, hit me

Ninety nine but a bitch ain't one
If you having girl I feel bad for you son
I got ninety nine problems but a ain't one, hit me

Year's '94 and my is raw
In my rear view mirror is the law
I got two choices y'all, pull the car or, hmm,
on the devil, put the pedal to the floor
Now I trying to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars I could fight the
So I, pull over to the of the road
I heard "Son, do you why I'm stopping you for?"
Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's low
Or do I look a mind reader, sir? I don't know
Am I arrest or should I guess some mo?
"Well you was doing in the fifty-four", uh huh
"License and and step out of the car
"Are you carrying a on you, I know a lot of you are"
I ain't stepping out of shit, all my papers
"Well do you mind if I around the car a little bit?"
Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the and the back
And I know my rights so you goin' a warrant for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack? You some type of or something?
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I passed the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't search my shit
"Well we'll see how smart you are the K-9 come"
I got ninety nine problems but a ain't one, hit me

x2]

Now once upon a time not too ago
A like myself had to strong arm a ho
This is not a ho in the of having a pussy
But a pussy having no goddamn sense try and me
I tried to ignore 'em, to the Lord
Pray for 'em, cause fools just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a
But bust a grape in a fruit fight
The only thing goin' happen is I'ma get to clapping and
He and his goin' be yapping to the captain
And there I go trapped in the Kit Kat
Back through the system with the raff again
Fiends on the floor scratching
Paparazzi's they cameras, snapping them
D.A. to give a nigga shaft again
Half a mil for cause I'm African
All this fool was harassing them
Trying to play the boy like saccharine
But ain't nothing sweet how I hold my gun
I got ninety nine problems being a bitch one, hit me

x2]

Having girl problems I bad for you son
I got ninety nine problems and a bitch one

You're crazy for this one, Rick, it's boy