Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems (Remix)

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

I got the rap on the gat patrol
Foes want ta make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood, stupid?what of facts are those?
If you grew up with in your zapatos
You'd celebrate the you was having dough
I'm "Fuck critics" you can kiss my whole asshole
If you like my lyrics, you can press fast forward?
Got beef with radio if I don't 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 'em more cash for ads, fuckers
I don't know you take me as
Or the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to riches, niggas I dumb
I got ninety problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Ninety nine but a bitch ain't one
If you having girl 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 mirror 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 chase Jake
Plus I got a few dollars I 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 and my hat's real low
Or do I look like a mind reader, I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I some mo?
"Well you was doing in the fifty-four", uh huh
"License and and step out of the car
"Are you carrying a 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 look the car a little bit?"
Well my 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 tack? You some type of lawyer or
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I passed the bar, but I know a little bit
that 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

Ninety nine problems but a bitch one
If you having girl 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 a time not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to arm a ho
is not a ho in the sense of having a pussy
But a pussy having no goddamn try and push me
I tried to ignore 'em, to the Lord
for 'em, cause some fools just love to perform
You the type, loud 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 yapping to the
And there I go in the Kit Kat again
Back through the system with the riff raff
Fiends on the floor scratching
Paparazzi's they cameras, snapping them
D.A. to give a nigga shaft again
Half a mil for bail I'm African
All because this was harassing them
to play the boy like he's saccharine
But ain't nothing sweet how I hold my gun
I got ninety nine problems being a bitch one, hit me

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

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

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

You're crazy for this one, Rick, your boy