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 want ta make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's "Money Hoes"
I'm from the hood, type of facts are those?
If you grew up with holes in your
You'd celebrate the you was having dough
I'm "Fuck critics" you can kiss 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 don't a shit, so
Rap try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give 'em more for ads, fuckers
I don't know what you me as
Or understand the 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

Ninety nine but a bitch ain't one
If you having girl problems I 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 is the motherfucking law
I got two y'all, pull over the car or, hmm,
on the devil, put the pedal to the floor
Now I ain't trying to see no chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars I fight the case
So I, pull over to the side of the
I "Son, do you know why I'm stopping you for?"
Cause I'm young and I'm and my hat's real low
Or do I look a mind reader, sir? I don't know
Am I under or should I guess some mo?
"Well you was fifty-five 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 trunk and the
And I know my rights so you need a warrant for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack? You type of lawyer or something?
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I ain't the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough that you illegally search my shit
"Well see how smart you are when the K-9 come"
I got ninety nine problems but a 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

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

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

Ninety problems 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

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

Having problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety problems and a bitch ain't one

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