Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems (Remix)

If you're having girl problems I bad for you son
I got ninety nine 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 type of facts are
If you grew up with holes in your
You'd celebrate the minute you was dough
I'm "Fuck critics" you can kiss my whole asshole
If you like my lyrics, you can press fast forward?
Got beef with radio if I play they show
They don't play my hits, well, I don't a shit, so
Rap mags try and use my ass
So advertisers can 'em more cash for ads, fuckers
I don't know you take me as
Or understand the that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to riches, niggas I ain't
I got ninety nine problems but a ain't one, hit me

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

'94 and my trunk is raw
In my view mirror is the motherfucking law
I got two choices y'all, over 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 and I'm black and my hat's real low
Or do I like a mind reader, sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess mo?
"Well you was fifty-five in the fifty-four", uh huh
"License and registration and out of the car
"Are you carrying a 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 look the car a little bit?"
Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the and the back
And I know my so you goin' need a warrant 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
Enough that you illegally search my shit
"Well we'll see how smart you are the K-9 come"
I got nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

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

Ninety 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

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 sense try and push me
I to ignore 'em, talk to the Lord
Pray for 'em, some fools just love to perform
You know the type, as a motorbike
But bust a grape in a fruit fight
The thing that's goin' happen 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
Back the system with the riff raff again
Fiends on the scratching again
Paparazzi's with they cameras, them
D.A. to give a nigga shaft again
Half a mil for bail I'm African
All because this fool was them
to play the boy like he's saccharine
But nothing sweet 'bout 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 girl I feel bad for you son
I got ninety nine but a bitch ain't one, hit me

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

Having problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety nine problems and a bitch one

You're crazy for this one, Rick, your boy