Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems (Remix)

If having 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 make my casket's closed
Rap critics that say "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 "Fuck critics" you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast
Got with radio 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 cash for ads,
I don't know you take me as
Or the intelligence that 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

Ninety nine problems but a bitch one
If you having problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety nine 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 y'all, pull over the car or, hmm,
Bounce on the devil, put the pedal to the
Now I ain't trying to see no highway chase Jake
Plus I got a few dollars I could the case
So I, pull over to the side of the
I "Son, do you know why I'm stopping you for?"
Cause I'm and I'm black and my hat's real low
Or do I look like a mind reader, sir? I don't
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 a weapon on you, I know a lot of you are"
I ain't out of shit, all my papers legit
"Well do you mind if I look the car a little bit?"
my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk and the back
And I know my rights so you need a warrant for that
"Aren't you sharp as a You some type of lawyer or something?
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I ain't the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally 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

nine 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

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

Now once a time 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 to ignore 'em, talk to the Lord
Pray for 'em, cause some fools just to perform
You know the type, loud as a
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit
The only thing that's goin' happen is I'ma get to and
He and his boys goin' be yapping to the
And I go trapped in the Kit Kat again
Back through the with the riff raff 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 he's saccharine
But ain't nothing sweet 'bout how I my gun
I got ninety problems being 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 nine problems but a bitch 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

Having problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety problems and a bitch ain't one

crazy for this one, Rick, it's your boy