Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems (Remix)

If you're having 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 sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm the hood, stupid?what type of facts are those?
If you grew up with holes in your
celebrate the minute you was having dough
I'm like "Fuck critics" you can my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast
Got with radio if I don't play they show
They play my hits, well, I don't give a shit, so
Rap mags try and use my ass
So advertisers can 'em more cash for ads, fuckers
I know what you take me as
Or the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from to riches, niggas I ain't dumb
I got ninety nine but a bitch ain't one, hit me

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

'94 and my trunk is raw
In my view mirror is the motherfucking law
I got two y'all, pull over the car or, hmm,
Bounce on the devil, put the pedal to the
Now I ain't trying to see no highway chase Jake
Plus I got a few dollars I fight the case
So I, over to the side of the road
I heard "Son, do you why I'm stopping you for?"
Cause I'm and I'm black and my hat's real low
Or do I look like a 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 a weapon on you, I know a lot of you are"
I ain't stepping out of shit, all my legit
"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 so you goin' need a warrant for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack? You some of lawyer 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 you are when the K-9 come"
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch one, hit me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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