Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

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

I got the rap on the gat patrol
Foes that want ta sure my casket's closed
Rap critics say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood, stupid?what of facts are those?
If you grew up with holes in your
You'd the minute you was having dough
I'm "Fuck critics" you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press forward?
Got beef with radio if I don't play show
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 cash for ads,
I don't know you take me as
Or understand the that Jay-Z has
I'm rags to riches, niggas I ain't dumb
I got ninety problems 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 nine but a bitch ain't one, hit me

'94 and my trunk 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 pedal to the
Now I ain't trying to see no highway chase Jake
Plus I got a few dollars I could the case
So I, pull over to the side of the
I heard "Son, do you 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 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 if I look around the car a little bit?"
Well my glove is locked, so is the trunk 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 ain't the bar, but I know a little 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

x2]

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

x2]

Having girl 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