Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

If you're having problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety problems but a bitch ain't one

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

Ninety nine problems but a bitch 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 rear mirror is the motherfucking law
I got two y'all, pull over the car or, hmm,
Bounce on the devil, put the pedal to the
Now I trying to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars I fight the case
So I, over to the side of the road
I heard "Son, do you know why I'm you for?"
I'm young 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 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 on you, I know a lot of you are"
I ain't stepping out of shit, all my papers
"Well do you mind if I look the car a little bit?"
my glove compartment 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 of lawyer or something?
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I passed the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my
"Well we'll see how you are when the K-9 come"
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch one, hit me

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Now once a time not too long ago
A nigga myself 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 'em, talk to the Lord
Pray for 'em, cause some just love to perform
You know the type, as a motorbike
But bust a grape in a fruit fight
The thing that's goin' happen 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
Back through the system the riff raff again
Fiends on the floor again
Paparazzi's they cameras, snapping them
D.A. tried to give a nigga again
a mil for bail cause I'm African
All because this was harassing them
Trying to play the boy he's saccharine
But ain't sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got ninety nine problems being a bitch one, hit me

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

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