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 on the gat patrol
Foes that want ta make sure my casket's
Rap critics that say "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood, stupid?what type of facts are
If you grew up with holes in zapatos
celebrate the minute you was having dough
I'm like "Fuck critics" you can kiss my whole
If you like my lyrics, you can press fast forward?
Got beef with if I don't play they show
don't play my hits, well, I don't give a shit, so
Rap try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads,
I know what you take me as
Or understand the intelligence Jay-Z has
I'm from to riches, niggas I ain't dumb
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 nine problems but a bitch ain't 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 highway chase with
Plus I got a few dollars I could the case
So I, pull over to the of the road
I heard "Son, do you know why I'm you for?"
Cause I'm young and I'm black and my real low
Or do I look like a 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 and step out of the car
"Are you a weapon on you, I know a lot of you are"
I stepping out of shit, all my papers legit
"Well do you mind if I around the car a little bit?"
Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk and the
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 passed the bar, but I know a bit
Enough that you won't illegally my shit
"Well see how smart you are when the K-9 come"
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch 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 problems but a ain't one
If you girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety nine but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Now upon a time not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to arm a ho
is not a ho in the sense of having a pussy
But a having no goddamn 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 wouldn't bust a in a fruit fight
The only thing goin' happen is I'ma get to clapping and
He and his boys goin' be yapping to the
And there I go trapped in the Kit Kat
Back through the system with the riff again
Fiends on the floor scratching
Paparazzi's with they cameras, snapping
D.A. tried to give a nigga again
Half a mil for bail cause I'm
All because this fool was them
Trying to play the boy he's saccharine
But ain't sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got ninety problems being 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 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 ninety nine 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, it's boy