Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

If you're having girl problems I bad for you son
I got nine 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 that 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 celebrate the you was having dough
I'm like "Fuck critics" you can kiss my whole
If you don't my lyrics, you can press fast forward?
Got beef with radio if I don't they show
They don't 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 know you take me as
Or the intelligence 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 nine problems but a bitch one
If you girl problems 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 view 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 highway with Jake
Plus I got a few I could fight the case
So I, pull over to the side of the
I heard "Son, do you why I'm stopping you for?"
Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's low
Or do I look like a mind reader, sir? I don't
Am I under arrest or 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 a weapon on you, I know a lot of you are"
I ain't stepping out of shit, all my legit
"Well do you if I look 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 You some type of lawyer or something?
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I ain't 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 ninety nine problems but a ain't one, hit me

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Now once a time not too long ago
A nigga like had to strong arm a ho
This is not a ho in the of having a pussy
But a pussy having no goddamn try and push me
I to ignore 'em, talk to the Lord
Pray for 'em, cause some fools love to perform
You know the type, as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fight
The only thing that's goin' is I'ma get to clapping and
He and his boys goin' be to the captain
And there I go trapped in the Kit Kat
through the system with the riff raff again
Fiends on the floor again
Paparazzi's they cameras, snapping 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 the boy like he's saccharine
But ain't nothing 'bout how I hold my gun
I got ninety nine problems being a bitch one, hit me

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

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