Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

If you're having girl problems I 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 make my casket's closed
Rap that say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood, type of facts are those?
If you grew up holes in your zapatos
celebrate the minute you was having dough
I'm like "Fuck critics" you can my whole 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 don't a shit, so
Rap mags try and use my ass
So advertisers can give 'em cash for ads, fuckers
I don't what you take me as
Or understand the that Jay-Z has
I'm from to riches, niggas I ain't dumb
I got ninety nine problems but a ain't one, hit me

Ninety nine problems but a ain't one
If you having girl I feel bad for you son
I got nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

'94 and my trunk is raw
In my view mirror is the motherfucking law
I got two y'all, pull over the car or, hmm,
on the devil, put the pedal to the floor
Now I ain't to see no highway chase with Jake
I got a few dollars I could fight the case
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 and my hat's 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 a weapon 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 around the car a bit?"
Well my glove is locked, so is the trunk 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 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 upon a time not too long ago
A nigga like had to strong arm a ho
is not a ho in the sense of having a pussy
But a pussy having no sense try and push me
I tried to ignore 'em, talk to the
Pray for 'em, cause some fools just love to
You know the type, loud as a
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fight
The thing that's goin' happen is I'ma get to clapping and
He and his boys be yapping to the captain
And there I go trapped in the Kit Kat
through the system with the riff raff again
Fiends on the floor scratching
Paparazzi's with they cameras, snapping
D.A. tried to give a nigga shaft
Half a mil for cause I'm African
All because fool 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 problems I bad for you son
I got ninety nine problems and a ain't one

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