Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems (Remix)

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

I got the rap on the gat patrol
Foes that want ta make sure my casket's
Rap critics that say "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood, type of facts are those?
If you grew up holes in your zapatos
You'd celebrate the minute you was dough
I'm "Fuck critics" you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press forward?
Got beef with radio if I 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 don't know you take me as
Or understand the intelligence that has
I'm from rags to riches, I ain't dumb
I got nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Ninety nine problems but a ain't one
If you having 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 view 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 with Jake
I got a few dollars I could fight 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 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 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 out of shit, all my papers 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 goin' a warrant for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack? You some type of lawyer or
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I ain't passed the bar, but I a little bit
Enough that you illegally search my shit
"Well we'll see how smart you are the K-9 come"
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch one, hit me

Ninety problems 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

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

Now once upon a time not too ago
A nigga like had to strong arm a ho
is not a ho in the sense of having a pussy
But a pussy having no goddamn sense try and me
I tried to ignore 'em, talk to the
Pray for 'em, cause some fools just love to
You know the type, as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit
The only thing that's happen is I'ma get to clapping and
He and his boys goin' be to the captain
And there I go in the Kit Kat again
Back through the system with the riff again
Fiends on the floor scratching
with they cameras, snapping them
D.A. tried to give a shaft again
Half a mil for bail cause I'm
All this fool was harassing them
Trying to play the boy like he's
But ain't sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got nine problems being 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 ninety nine problems but a ain't one, hit me

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

Having problems 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