Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems (Remix)

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

I got the rap patrol on the gat
that want ta make sure my casket's closed
Rap that say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood, type of facts are those?
If you grew up holes in your zapatos
You'd the minute you was having dough
I'm like "Fuck critics" you can kiss my whole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast
Got beef with if I don't play they show
They don't play my hits, well, I don't a shit, so
Rap try and use my black ass
So can give 'em more 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 ain't
I got ninety nine problems but a 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 but a bitch 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,
Bounce on the devil, put the to the floor
Now I ain't trying to see no highway chase Jake
Plus I got a few dollars I could fight the
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 real low
Or do I look like a reader, sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess mo?
"Well you was doing 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 stepping out of shit, all my legit
"Well do you mind if I around 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' a warrant for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack? You some type of or something?
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I ain't 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 problems 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 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 but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Now upon a time not too long ago
A nigga myself 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, to the Lord
Pray for 'em, cause fools just love to perform
You the type, loud 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 be yapping to the captain
And there I go in the Kit Kat again
through the system with the riff raff again
Fiends on the floor again
Paparazzi's with they cameras, them
D.A. tried to give a shaft again
Half a mil for bail cause I'm
All because fool was harassing them
Trying to play the boy he's saccharine
But ain't nothing sweet 'bout how I my gun
I got ninety nine problems being 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 ain't 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

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

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