Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems (Remix)

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

I got the rap patrol on the gat
Foes that ta make sure my casket's 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 holes in your
You'd celebrate the you was having dough
I'm "Fuck critics" you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't my lyrics, you can press fast forward?
Got beef with radio if I 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 know what you me as
Or understand the intelligence that has
I'm from rags to riches, niggas I dumb
I got ninety nine 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 ninety nine problems but a bitch one, hit me

Year's '94 and my is raw
In my rear view 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 ain't trying to see no highway chase with
Plus I got a few 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 mind reader, sir? I don't
Am I under arrest or 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 stepping out of shit, all my papers legit
"Well do you mind if I look the car a little bit?"
my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk and the back
And I know my rights so you goin' need a warrant for
"Aren't you sharp as a You some type of lawyer or something?
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I passed the bar, but I know a little bit
that you won't illegally search my shit
"Well we'll see how smart you are the K-9 come"
I got ninety nine problems but a 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 bitch 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

Now upon a time not too long ago
A nigga myself 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 the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit
The only thing that's goin' happen is get to clapping and
He and his boys be yapping to the captain
And I go trapped in the Kit Kat again
Back through the system the riff raff again
Fiends on the floor scratching
Paparazzi's with they cameras, them
D.A. tried to give a nigga again
Half a mil for cause I'm African
All because this was harassing them
Trying to play the boy he's saccharine
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 having girl problems I bad for you son
I got ninety nine but a bitch ain't one, hit me

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

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

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