Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

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

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

Ninety nine problems but a bitch one
If you having girl I feel bad for you son
I got ninety problems but a bitch 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 to the floor
Now I ain't to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars I could fight the
So I, over to the side of the road
I heard "Son, do you know why I'm you for?"
Cause I'm young and I'm black and my real low
Or do I like a mind reader, sir? I don't know
Am I under or should I guess some mo?
"Well you was fifty-five in the fifty-four", uh huh
"License and and step out of the car
"Are you carrying a weapon on you, I 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?"
my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk and the back
And I know my rights so you 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 that you won't illegally search my
"Well see how smart you are when the K-9 come"
I got ninety nine but a bitch ain't one, hit me

x2]

Now upon 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 sense try and me
I tried to ignore 'em, talk to the
Pray for 'em, cause some fools just love to
You the type, loud 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 goin' be yapping to the captain
And there I go trapped in the Kit Kat
Back through the system with the riff raff
Fiends on the scratching again
Paparazzi's with cameras, snapping them
D.A. tried to a nigga shaft again
Half a mil for cause I'm African
All because this was harassing them
Trying to play the boy like he's
But ain't nothing 'bout how I hold my gun
I got ninety nine problems being a ain't one, hit me

x2]

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

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