Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems (Remix)

If you're having girl 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 want ta make sure my casket's
Rap that 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 my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast
Got beef with radio if I don't play they
They don't 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 what you take me as
Or understand the that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to riches, I ain't dumb
I got ninety problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Ninety problems 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

Year's '94 and my is raw
In my rear mirror is the motherfucking 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 chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars I could fight the
So I, pull over to the side of the
I heard "Son, do you know why I'm you for?"
I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low
Or do I look like a mind reader, sir? I know
Am I arrest or should I guess some 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 papers
"Well do you mind if I look around the car a bit?"
Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the and the back
And I my rights so you goin' need a warrant for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack? You some of lawyer or something?
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I ain't the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't search my shit
"Well we'll see how you are when the K-9 come"
I got ninety problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

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

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

Now once upon a not too long ago
A nigga myself had to strong arm a ho
This is not a ho in the sense of having a
But a pussy no goddamn sense try and push me
I to ignore 'em, talk to the Lord
Pray for 'em, cause some fools just to perform
You know the type, as a motorbike
But wouldn't a grape in a fruit fight
The only thing that's goin' happen is get to clapping and
He and his goin' be yapping to the captain
And I go trapped in the Kit Kat again
Back through the system with the riff raff
Fiends on the scratching again
Paparazzi's with cameras, snapping them
D.A. tried to give a nigga shaft
Half a mil for cause I'm African
All because this was harassing them
Trying to the boy like he's saccharine
But ain't nothing '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 girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety problems but a bitch 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 this one, Rick, your boy