Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

If you're having problems I feel bad for you son
I got nine problems 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 "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood, stupid?what type of facts are
If you grew up with holes in your
You'd the minute you was having dough
I'm "Fuck critics" you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't my lyrics, you can press fast forward?
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 'em more cash for ads, fuckers
I don't what you take me as
Or understand the intelligence that has
I'm from rags to riches, niggas I ain't
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch one, hit me

Ninety nine problems but a ain't one
If you having girl I feel bad for you son
I got ninety nine problems but a 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,
Bounce on the devil, put the to the floor
Now I ain't trying to see no highway with Jake
I got a few dollars I could fight the case
So I, pull to the side of the road
I "Son, do you know why I'm stopping you for?"
Cause I'm and I'm black and my hat's real low
Or do I look a mind reader, sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or I guess some mo?
"Well you was fifty-five 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 ain't out of shit, all my papers legit
"Well do you mind if I look the car a little bit?"
Well my compartment 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 the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough that you illegally search my shit
"Well see how smart you are when the K-9 come"
I got nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

x2]

Now once a time not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to arm a ho
is not a ho in the sense of having a pussy
But a pussy no goddamn sense try and push me
I tried to ignore 'em, to the Lord
for 'em, cause some fools just love to perform
You the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit
The only 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
Back through the system with the riff again
on the floor scratching again
Paparazzi's with cameras, snapping them
D.A. tried to give a shaft again
a mil for bail 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 being a bitch one, hit me

x2]

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

You're crazy for this one, Rick, your boy