Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

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

I got the rap on the gat patrol
Foes that want ta sure my casket's closed
Rap critics say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood, stupid?what type of facts are
If you grew up with holes in your
You'd celebrate the minute you was having
I'm "Fuck critics" you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't my lyrics, you can press fast forward?
Got beef with if I don't 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 know 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 having girl problems I bad for you son
I got ninety nine problems but a ain't one, hit me

'94 and my trunk is raw
In my rear mirror is the motherfucking law
I got two y'all, pull over the car or, hmm,
Bounce on the devil, put the pedal to the
Now I trying to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars I could fight the
So I, pull over to the side of the
I heard "Son, do you why I'm stopping you for?"
Cause I'm young and I'm and my hat's real low
Or do I look like a reader, sir? I don't know
Am I arrest or should 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 a weapon on you, I know a lot of you are"
I ain't stepping out of shit, all my papers
"Well do you if I look around the car a little bit?"
Well my compartment is locked, so is the trunk and the back
And I know my rights so you 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 smart you are the K-9 come"
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch one, hit me

x2]

Now once a time not too long 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 sense try and push me
I to ignore 'em, talk to the Lord
Pray for 'em, 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' happen is get to clapping and
He and his boys goin' be yapping to the
And I go trapped in the Kit Kat again
Back through the system the riff raff again
Fiends on the scratching again
Paparazzi's with they cameras, them
D.A. tried to give a nigga again
Half a mil for bail cause I'm
All because this fool was them
Trying to play the boy he's saccharine
But ain't nothing 'bout how I hold my gun
I got ninety nine being a bitch ain't one, hit me

x2]

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

crazy for this one, Rick, it's your boy