Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

If having girl problems I feel 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, stupid?what of facts are those?
If you up with holes in your zapatos
celebrate the minute you was having dough
I'm like "Fuck critics" you can kiss my whole
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 'em more cash 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 ain't
I got ninety nine but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Ninety nine but a bitch ain't one
If you girl problems 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 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 over to the side of the
I heard "Son, do you why I'm stopping you for?"
I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low
Or do I look like a reader, sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess mo?
"Well you was doing 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 stepping out of shit, all my papers legit
"Well do you mind if I look around the car a bit?"
my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk and the back
And I know my rights so you goin' a warrant for that
"Aren't you sharp as a You some type 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 nine problems but a ain't one, hit me

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Now once upon a time not too ago
A nigga like had to strong arm a ho
This is not a ho in the of having a pussy
But a pussy having no goddamn try and push me
I to ignore 'em, talk to the Lord
Pray for 'em, cause some just love to perform
You the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a in a fruit fight
The only that's goin' happen 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
Paparazzi's they cameras, snapping them
D.A. to give a nigga shaft again
a mil for bail cause I'm African
All because this fool was them
Trying to play the boy he's saccharine
But nothing sweet 'bout how I hold 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