Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

If you're having girl problems I 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 type of facts are
If you grew up with holes in zapatos
You'd celebrate the minute you was having
I'm like "Fuck critics" you can my whole asshole
If you like my lyrics, you can press fast forward?
Got beef with radio if I play they show
They don't my hits, well, I don't give 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 Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to riches, niggas I ain't
I got ninety problems but a bitch 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 nine 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 choices y'all, over the car or, hmm,
on the devil, put the pedal to the floor
Now I ain't trying to see no highway chase Jake
I got a few dollars I could fight the case
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 black and my hat's low
Or do I look a mind 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 carrying a weapon on you, I a lot of you are"
I ain't stepping out of shit, all my legit
"Well do you mind if I around the car a little bit?"
Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the and the back
And I know my rights so you 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 the bar, but I know a little 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 bitch one, hit me

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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 a pussy
But a pussy no goddamn sense try and push me
I tried to ignore 'em, to the Lord
Pray for 'em, some fools just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a
But bust a grape in a fruit fight
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 in the Kit Kat again
through the system with the riff raff again
Fiends on the floor again
Paparazzi's with they cameras, snapping
D.A. to give a nigga shaft again
a mil for bail cause I'm African
All because this was harassing them
Trying to play the boy like saccharine
But nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got ninety nine problems being a ain't one, hit me

x2]

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

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