Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems (Remix)

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 want ta make sure my closed
Rap critics say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood, stupid?what type of are those?
If you grew up with in your zapatos
You'd celebrate the minute you was having
I'm like "Fuck critics" you can kiss my whole
If you like 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 give 'em more for ads, fuckers
I don't what you take me as
Or understand the intelligence Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to riches, I ain't dumb
I got ninety problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Ninety problems but a bitch ain't one
If you having girl problems I 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 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 to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars I could the case
So I, pull to the side of the road
I "Son, do you know 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 mind reader, 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 and step out of the car
"Are you a weapon on you, I know 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 compartment is locked, so is the trunk and the back
And I know my so you goin' need 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 won't illegally my shit
"Well we'll see how you are when the K-9 come"
I got nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Ninety nine 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

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

Now once upon a 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 tried to ignore 'em, talk to the
Pray for 'em, cause some fools just love to
You know the type, loud as a
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fight
The only thing goin' happen is I'ma get to clapping and
He and his boys goin' be yapping to the
And there I go in the Kit Kat again
Back through the system with the riff again
on the floor scratching again
Paparazzi's they cameras, snapping them
D.A. to give a nigga shaft again
Half a mil for cause I'm African
All because fool was harassing them
Trying to play the boy he's saccharine
But ain't nothing 'bout how I hold my gun
I got ninety problems being a bitch ain't one, hit me

Ninety nine problems but a bitch one
If you having girl I feel bad for you son
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch one, hit me

nine problems 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

girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety nine problems and a bitch one

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