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 ain't one

I got the rap on the gat patrol
Foes that ta make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood, stupid?what of facts are those?
If you grew up with holes in your
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 radio if I don't play they
don't play my hits, well, I don't give a shit, so
Rap try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give 'em more 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 ain't
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 ninety nine problems but a bitch 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,
Bounce on the devil, put the to the floor
Now I ain't to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus I got a few I could fight 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 reader, sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or I guess some mo?
"Well you was fifty-five 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 papers
"Well do you mind if I around the car a little bit?"
Well my glove 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 type of lawyer or something?
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I passed the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't search my shit
"Well see how smart you are when the K-9 come"
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

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

Now once upon a not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to arm a ho
This is not a ho in the sense of a pussy
But a pussy having no goddamn try and push me
I tried to 'em, talk to the Lord
Pray for 'em, cause some fools just love to
You know the type, as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fight
The only thing that's goin' happen is get to clapping and
He and his goin' be yapping to the captain
And there I go trapped in the Kit Kat
Back through the system the riff raff again
Fiends on the scratching 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 this fool was them
Trying to play the boy like saccharine
But nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got ninety nine problems being a ain't one, hit me

Ninety nine problems but a 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

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

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

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