Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

If you're girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch one

I got the rap patrol on the gat
that want ta make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's "Money Hoes"
I'm from the hood, stupid?what type of facts are
If you grew up holes in your zapatos
You'd 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 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 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 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

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

'94 and my trunk is raw
In my rear mirror 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
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 hat's low
Or do I look like a reader, sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I 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 stepping out of shit, all my 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 know my so you goin' need a warrant for that
"Aren't you as a tack? You some type of lawyer or something?
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I ain't passed the bar, but I a little bit
Enough you won't illegally search my shit
"Well we'll see how smart you are 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 myself had to 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
for 'em, cause some 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 goin' is I'ma get to clapping and
He and his goin' be yapping to the captain
And I go trapped in the Kit Kat again
Back through the system with the riff again
Fiends on the scratching again
with they cameras, snapping them
D.A. tried to give a nigga again
Half a mil for bail cause I'm
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 nine problems being a bitch ain't one, hit me

x2]

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

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