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 patrol on the gat
Foes that want ta sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood, type of facts are those?
If you up with holes in your zapatos
You'd celebrate the minute you was dough
I'm like "Fuck critics" you can my whole asshole
If you don't my lyrics, you can press fast forward?
Got with radio if I don't play they show
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 know what you me as
Or understand the intelligence Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to riches, niggas I ain't
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

Year's '94 and my is raw
In my view mirror is the motherfucking 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 with
Plus I got a few I could fight the case
So I, pull over to the side of the
I heard "Son, do you know why I'm you for?"
Cause I'm young and I'm black and my real low
Or do I look like a mind reader, sir? I 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 on you, I know 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 trunk and the
And I know my rights so you goin' a warrant for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack? You type of lawyer or something?
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I ain't passed the bar, but I know a bit
Enough that you won't search my shit
"Well see how smart you are when the K-9 come"
I got ninety problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

nine 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

nine problems but a bitch ain't one
If you having girl problems I 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
This is not a ho in the of having a pussy
But a pussy having no goddamn try and push me
I to ignore 'em, talk to the Lord
Pray for 'em, some fools just love to perform
You know the type, as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fight
The thing that's goin' happen is I'ma get to clapping and
He and his boys goin' be to the captain
And I go trapped in the Kit Kat again
Back through the with the riff raff again
Fiends on the scratching again
Paparazzi's they cameras, snapping them
D.A. to give a nigga 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 nothing sweet 'bout how I my gun
I got ninety nine problems being a 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 ninety nine but a bitch ain't one, hit me

nine 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

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

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