Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

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

I got the rap patrol on the gat
Foes that want ta sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's "Money 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 asshole
If you don't my lyrics, you can press fast forward?
Got beef with radio if I don't play they
They don't play my hits, well, I 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 the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from to riches, niggas I ain't dumb
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch 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 but a bitch ain't one, hit me

'94 and my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the law
I got two choices y'all, over the car or, hmm,
on the devil, put the pedal to the floor
Now I trying to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars I could 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 real low
Or do I look like a reader, sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or I guess some mo?
"Well you was doing 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 stepping out of shit, all my papers legit
"Well do you if I look around the car a little bit?"
Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the 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 a little bit
Enough that you illegally search my shit
"Well see how smart you are when the K-9 come"
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch one, hit me

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Now once upon a not too long ago
A nigga myself had to strong arm a ho
This is not a ho in the sense of a pussy
But a having no goddamn sense try and push me
I tried to ignore 'em, to the Lord
Pray for 'em, cause some fools just 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 yapping to the
And I go trapped in the Kit Kat again
Back through the system the riff raff again
on the floor scratching again
Paparazzi's with cameras, snapping them
D.A. tried to give a nigga again
a mil for bail cause I'm African
All because fool was harassing them
Trying to the boy like he's saccharine
But nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got ninety nine problems a bitch ain't one, hit me

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

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