Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

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

I got the rap on the gat patrol
Foes that ta make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood, stupid?what type of are those?
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 radio if I don't play they show
They don't play my hits, well, I give a shit, so
Rap mags try and use my ass
So advertisers can give 'em more for ads, fuckers
I know what you take me as
Or understand the intelligence Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to riches, niggas I ain't
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch 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 problems but a bitch one, hit me

'94 and my trunk is raw
In my view mirror is the motherfucking law
I got two choices y'all, 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, over to the side 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 look like a mind reader, sir? I don't
Am I under arrest or should I some mo?
"Well you was doing 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 stepping out of shit, all my papers
"Well do you mind if I look around the car a bit?"
Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the and the back
And I my rights so you goin' need a warrant for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack? You some type of lawyer or
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I ain't passed the bar, but I know a bit
Enough you won't illegally search my shit
"Well see how smart you are when the K-9 come"
I got ninety problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

x2]

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

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