Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

If having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch 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 type of facts are
If you grew up holes in your zapatos
You'd celebrate the minute you was dough
I'm like "Fuck critics" you can kiss my whole
If you like my lyrics, you can press fast forward?
Got beef with radio if I don't they show
They play my hits, well, I don't give a shit, so
Rap try and use my black ass
So advertisers can 'em more cash for ads, fuckers
I don't what you take me as
Or the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from to riches, niggas I ain't dumb
I got ninety nine problems but a ain't one, hit me

Ninety 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

'94 and my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the law
I got two choices y'all, over the car or, hmm,
Bounce on the devil, put the to the floor
Now I trying to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus I got a few I could fight the case
So I, over to the side of the road
I heard "Son, do you know why I'm you for?"
Cause I'm young and I'm black and my real low
Or do I like a mind reader, sir? I don't know
Am I arrest or should I guess some mo?
"Well you was fifty-five 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 ain't out of shit, all my papers legit
"Well do you mind if I look around the car a bit?"
Well my compartment is locked, so is the trunk and the back
And I know my rights so you goin' need a for that
"Aren't you as a tack? You some type of lawyer or something?
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I ain't passed the bar, but I know a bit
Enough that you won't search 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

x2]

Now once upon a time not too ago
A nigga like had to strong arm a ho
is not a ho in the sense of having a pussy
But a pussy having no goddamn try and push me
I tried to ignore 'em, to the Lord
Pray for 'em, cause some fools just love to
You the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit
The only thing that's goin' happen is get to clapping and
He and his boys goin' be to the captain
And I go trapped in the Kit Kat again
Back through the system with the riff raff
on the floor scratching again
Paparazzi's they cameras, snapping them
D.A. to give a nigga shaft again
Half a mil for cause I'm African
All because this fool was them
Trying to play the boy like saccharine
But ain't sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got ninety nine problems being a 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