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 on the gat patrol
Foes that ta make 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 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 like my lyrics, you can fast forward?
Got beef with if I don't play they show
They play my hits, well, I don't give a shit, so
Rap try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give 'em cash for ads, fuckers
I don't what you take me as
Or understand the that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to riches, niggas I dumb
I got ninety nine problems but a ain't one, hit me

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

'94 and my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the law
I got two y'all, pull over the car or, hmm,
on the devil, put the pedal to the floor
Now I ain't trying to see no highway with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars I could the case
So I, pull over to the 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 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 carrying a weapon on you, I a lot of you are"
I ain't stepping out of shit, all my legit
"Well do you if I look around the car a little 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 sharp as a You some type of lawyer or something?
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I ain't passed the bar, but I a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally 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

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 sense of having a
But a pussy having no sense try and push me
I tried to 'em, talk to the Lord
Pray for 'em, some fools just love to perform
You know the type, as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit
The only thing goin' happen is I'ma get to clapping and
He and his boys goin' be yapping to the
And I go trapped in the Kit Kat again
through the system with the riff raff again
Fiends on the scratching again
Paparazzi's with cameras, snapping them
D.A. to give a nigga shaft 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 girl I feel bad for you son
I got nine problems and a bitch ain't one

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