Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems (Remix)

If you're girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got nine problems but a bitch 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 grew up holes in your zapatos
You'd celebrate the minute you was having
I'm "Fuck critics" you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't my lyrics, you can press fast forward?
Got beef with 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 can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers
I don't know what you 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 problems but a ain't one
If you girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety nine problems but a ain't one, hit me

'94 and my trunk is raw
In my rear view 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 trying to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars I could fight the
So I, pull over to the of the road
I heard "Son, do you 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 should I some mo?
"Well you was doing 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 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' a warrant for that
"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 illegally search my
"Well see how smart you are when the K-9 come"
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch 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

Ninety nine problems but a bitch one
If you girl 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 having a
But a pussy having no sense try and push me
I tried to ignore 'em, to the Lord
Pray for 'em, cause some just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a
But wouldn't bust a in a fruit fight
The only thing that's goin' is I'ma get to clapping and
He and his goin' 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
with they cameras, snapping them
D.A. tried to give a shaft again
Half a mil for bail I'm African
All because fool was harassing them
Trying to play the boy like saccharine
But nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got ninety nine problems a bitch ain't one, hit me

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

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

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