Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

If you're having 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, type of facts are those?
If you up with holes in your zapatos
You'd the minute you was having 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 they show
They don't play my hits, well, I don't a shit, so
Rap mags try and use my ass
So can give 'em more cash 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 ninety nine problems but a bitch 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 but a bitch ain't one, hit me

'94 and my trunk is raw
In my view mirror is the motherfucking law
I got two y'all, pull over the car or, hmm,
Bounce on the devil, put the to the floor
Now I ain't trying to see no chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars I could the case
So I, over to the side 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 like a mind reader, sir? I know
Am I under arrest or should I 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 weapon on you, I a lot of you are"
I ain't out of shit, all my papers 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 some type of or something?
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I passed the bar, but I know a little 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 myself had to arm a ho
This is not a ho in the sense of a pussy
But a pussy no goddamn sense try and push me
I tried to 'em, talk to the Lord
Pray for 'em, cause some fools just to perform
You know the type, as a motorbike
But wouldn't a grape in a fruit fight
The only thing that's happen is I'ma get to clapping and
He and his boys goin' be yapping to the
And I go trapped in the Kit Kat again
Back through the system with the raff again
Fiends on the floor scratching
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
to play the boy like he's saccharine
But ain't nothing 'bout how I hold my gun
I got nine problems being a bitch ain't one, hit me

x2]

Having girl I feel bad for you son
I got ninety nine problems and a bitch one

crazy for this one, Rick, it's your boy