Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems (Remix)

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

I got the rap patrol on the gat
Foes that want ta make sure my casket's
Rap critics say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood, stupid?what type of facts are
If you grew up with holes in zapatos
You'd celebrate the you was having dough
I'm like "Fuck critics" you can kiss my asshole
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 mags try and use my ass
So can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers
I don't what you take me as
Or understand the intelligence Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to riches, I ain't dumb
I got nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

nine problems 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

Year's '94 and my is raw
In my rear view mirror is the law
I got two choices y'all, pull the car or, hmm,
on the devil, put the pedal to the floor
Now I ain't trying to see no highway with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars I could the case
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, I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I some mo?
"Well you was fifty-five 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 so you goin' need 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 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

nine problems but a bitch 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

Ninety problems but a bitch 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

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 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 to perform
You know the type, as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit
The only thing that's happen is I'ma get to clapping and
He and his boys be yapping to the captain
And I go trapped in the Kit Kat again
Back through the system with the riff again
Fiends on the floor again
Paparazzi's with they cameras, snapping
D.A. tried to a nigga shaft again
Half a mil for cause I'm African
All because fool was harassing them
Trying to play the boy like he's
But ain't nothing sweet how I hold my gun
I got ninety nine problems 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

Ninety nine problems but a 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

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, your boy