Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

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

I got the rap patrol on the gat
Foes that ta make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's "Money Hoes"
I'm the hood, stupid?what type of facts are those?
If you up with holes in your zapatos
You'd celebrate the minute you was dough
I'm like "Fuck critics" you can kiss my 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 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 know what you take me as
Or understand the intelligence that has
I'm from to riches, niggas I ain't dumb
I got nine 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 nine but a bitch ain't one, hit me

'94 and my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the 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 to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars I could fight the
So I, pull over to the side of the
I heard "Son, do you know why I'm you for?"
I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low
Or do I like a mind reader, sir? I don't know
Am I under or should 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 weapon on you, I a lot of you are"
I stepping out of shit, all my papers legit
"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 so you goin' 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 won't illegally my shit
"Well see how smart you are when the K-9 come"
I got nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

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Now once upon a not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to 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 to ignore 'em, talk to the Lord
Pray for 'em, cause some fools just 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 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 a nigga shaft again
Half a mil for cause I'm African
All because fool was harassing them
Trying to play the boy he's saccharine
But ain't nothing sweet how I hold my gun
I got ninety problems being a bitch ain't one, hit me

x2]

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

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