Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

If you're having girl 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 make sure my casket's
Rap critics say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood, stupid?what type of facts are
If you up with holes in your zapatos
celebrate the minute you was having dough
I'm like "Fuck critics" you can kiss my whole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast
Got beef with radio if I don't they show
They don't my hits, well, I don't give a shit, so
Rap mags try and use my ass
So can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers
I don't know you take me as
Or understand the intelligence Jay-Z has
I'm rags 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 I feel bad for you son
I got ninety nine but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Year's '94 and my is raw
In my rear mirror is the motherfucking law
I got two choices y'all, pull the car or, hmm,
Bounce on the devil, put the pedal to the
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 "Son, do you know why I'm stopping 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 arrest or should I guess 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 stepping out of shit, all my papers legit
"Well do you mind if I look around the car a bit?"
Well my glove is locked, so is the trunk and the back
And I my rights so you goin' 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
that you won't illegally search my shit
"Well we'll see how smart you are the K-9 come"
I got nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

x2]

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 pussy no goddamn sense try and push me
I tried to ignore 'em, to the Lord
Pray for 'em, some fools just love to perform
You the type, loud as a motorbike
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 goin' be yapping to the captain
And there I go trapped in the Kit Kat
through the system with the riff raff again
Fiends on the floor scratching
Paparazzi's with cameras, snapping them
D.A. tried to give a nigga shaft
Half a mil for bail I'm African
All because this was harassing them
Trying to the boy like he's saccharine
But ain't nothing sweet how I hold my gun
I got ninety nine being a bitch ain't one, hit me

x2]

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

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