Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

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

I got the rap patrol on the gat
Foes that want ta make my casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's "Money Hoes"
I'm from the hood, stupid?what of facts are those?
If you up with holes in your zapatos
You'd celebrate the minute you was dough
I'm like "Fuck critics" you can kiss my asshole
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 don't a shit, so
Rap try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give 'em more for ads, fuckers
I don't what you take me as
Or understand the intelligence Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to riches, niggas I dumb
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch one, hit me

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

Year's '94 and my is raw
In my rear view is the motherfucking law
I got two choices y'all, over the car or, hmm,
Bounce on the devil, put the pedal to the
Now I ain't trying to see no highway chase 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 why I'm stopping you for?"
Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's low
Or do I look like a mind reader, sir? I don't
Am I under arrest or should I guess 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 is locked, so is the trunk and the back
And I know my 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 ain't passed the bar, but I a little bit
that 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

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Now once a time not too long ago
A nigga myself 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, to the Lord
Pray for 'em, cause fools just love to perform
You the type, loud as a motorbike
But bust a grape in a fruit fight
The only thing that's happen is I'ma get to clapping and
He and his boys be yapping to the captain
And there I go in the Kit Kat again
Back through the system the riff raff again
Fiends on the floor scratching
Paparazzi's with they cameras, them
D.A. tried to a nigga shaft again
Half a mil for cause I'm African
All because fool was harassing them
Trying to play the boy like he's
But ain't nothing sweet 'bout how I my gun
I got ninety nine problems a bitch ain't one, hit me

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

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