Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems (Remix)

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

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

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

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

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

Now once upon a time not too ago
A like myself had to strong arm a ho
This is not a ho in the sense of a pussy
But a pussy having no goddamn sense try and me
I tried to ignore 'em, to the Lord
Pray for 'em, cause some fools just love to
You know the type, loud as a
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit
The only thing that's 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 with the riff raff again
Fiends on the floor again
Paparazzi's with they cameras, snapping
D.A. tried to give a nigga shaft
Half a mil for bail 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 ain't 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

Ninety nine problems but a bitch one
If you having girl problems I bad for you son
I got ninety problems but a bitch 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 for this one, Rick, it's your boy