Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems (Remix)

If you're having girl problems I bad for you son
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch one

I got the rap patrol on the gat
Foes that want ta make sure my closed
Rap critics that say he's "Money Hoes"
I'm the hood, stupid?what type of facts are those?
If you grew up with in your zapatos
You'd celebrate the minute you was having
I'm "Fuck critics" you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't my lyrics, you can press fast forward?
Got beef with radio if I don't play they
They don't my hits, well, I don't give a shit, so
Rap mags try and use my 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 rags to riches, niggas I ain't
I got nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Ninety nine 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

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,
Bounce on the devil, put the to the floor
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 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 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 a weapon on you, I know a lot of you are"
I ain't stepping out of shit, all my papers
"Well do you if I look around the car a little bit?"
my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk and the back
And I know my rights so you 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 illegally search my
"Well we'll see how smart you are 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 girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety nine but a bitch ain't one, hit me

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

Now once upon a time not too ago
A nigga myself had to strong arm a ho
This is not a ho in the sense of a pussy
But a pussy having no sense try and push me
I to ignore 'em, talk 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 that's goin' happen is get to clapping and
He and his boys goin' be yapping to the
And there I go trapped in the Kit Kat
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 nigga again
Half a mil for bail cause I'm
All because this fool was them
Trying to play the boy he's saccharine
But ain't nothing 'bout how I hold my gun
I got ninety nine problems being a 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

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

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

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