Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems (Remix)

If you're having girl problems I 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 critics say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood, stupid?what of facts are those?
If you grew up with in your zapatos
celebrate 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 my hits, well, I don't give 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 rags to riches, niggas I ain't dumb
I got ninety nine problems but a ain't one, hit me

Ninety nine 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

Year's '94 and my is raw
In my rear view mirror is the law
I got two y'all, pull 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 dollars I could fight the
So I, over to the side of the road
I "Son, do you know 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, I don't know
Am I under or should I guess some mo?
"Well you was fifty-five in the fifty-four", uh huh
"License and and step 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 look around the car a bit?"
Well my compartment is locked, so is the trunk and the back
And I know my rights so you goin' need a for that
"Aren't you as a tack? You some type of lawyer or something?
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I ain't passed the bar, but I 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 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 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 had to strong arm a ho
This is not a ho in the 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 some just love to perform
You know the type, as a motorbike
But wouldn't a grape in a fruit 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
Back through the system with the raff again
Fiends on the floor again
Paparazzi's with they cameras, snapping
D.A. tried to a nigga shaft again
a mil for bail cause I'm African
All because this fool was harassing
Trying to play the boy he's saccharine
But nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got nine problems being a bitch ain't one, hit me

Ninety nine problems but a bitch one
If you having problems I feel 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 ninety nine problems but a bitch one, hit me

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

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