Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

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

I got the rap on the gat patrol
that want ta make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's "Money Hoes"
I'm from the hood, type of facts are those?
If you grew up with holes in zapatos
You'd celebrate the minute you was dough
I'm like "Fuck critics" you can kiss my whole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast
Got beef with radio if I play they show
They don't play my hits, well, I give a shit, so
Rap try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads,
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 nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Ninety problems but a bitch ain't one
If you having problems 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 choices y'all, pull the car or, hmm,
on the devil, put the pedal to the floor
Now I ain't trying to see no highway chase with
Plus I got a few dollars I could the case
So I, pull 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 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 a weapon on you, I know a lot of you are"
I ain't out of shit, all my papers legit
"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 of lawyer or something?
"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 not too long ago
A nigga like had to strong arm a ho
This is not a ho in the sense of a pussy
But a pussy having no goddamn try and push 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 wouldn't bust a grape in a fight
The only thing that's goin' happen is I'ma get to and
He and his goin' be yapping to the captain
And there I go trapped in the Kit Kat
Back through the with the riff raff again
Fiends on the scratching again
Paparazzi's with they cameras, them
D.A. tried to a nigga shaft again
Half a mil for bail cause I'm
All because fool was harassing them
Trying to play the boy he's saccharine
But ain't nothing sweet 'bout how I my gun
I got nine problems being a bitch ain't one, hit me

x2]

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

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