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 patrol on the gat
Foes that want ta make my casket's closed
Rap that say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood, stupid?what type of facts are
If you grew up with holes in zapatos
You'd celebrate the you was having dough
I'm like "Fuck critics" you can kiss my whole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can fast forward?
Got with radio if I don't play they show
They don't play my hits, well, I give a shit, so
Rap try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give 'em cash for ads, fuckers
I don't what you take me as
Or understand the that Jay-Z has
I'm rags to riches, niggas I ain't dumb
I got ninety problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Ninety problems but a bitch ain't one
If you having girl problems I 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 view mirror is the motherfucking law
I got two choices y'all, pull the car or, hmm,
on the devil, put the pedal to the floor
Now I ain't trying to see no highway chase with
Plus I got a few dollars I fight the case
So I, pull over to the side of the
I heard "Son, do you know why I'm 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 under arrest or should I some mo?
"Well you was fifty-five 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 legit
"Well do you mind if I around the car a little bit?"
Well my glove is locked, so is the trunk and the back
And I know my rights so you goin' need a warrant for
"Aren't you sharp as a tack? You some type of 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 ninety nine problems but a ain't one, hit me

x2]

Now once upon a not too long ago
A like myself had to strong arm a ho
This is not a ho in the sense of having a
But a having no goddamn sense try and push me
I to ignore 'em, talk to the Lord
Pray for 'em, some fools just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a
But bust a grape in a fruit fight
The only that's goin' happen is I'ma get to clapping and
He and his boys goin' be to the captain
And there I go in the Kit Kat again
Back the system with the riff raff again
Fiends on the floor scratching
Paparazzi's with they cameras, them
D.A. tried to a nigga shaft again
Half a mil for bail cause I'm
All because this was harassing them
Trying to play the boy like saccharine
But ain't nothing sweet 'bout how I my gun
I got ninety problems being a bitch ain't one, hit me

x2]

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

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