Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems (Remix)

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

I got the rap patrol on the gat
Foes that want ta sure my casket's closed
Rap that say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood, stupid?what type of facts are
If you up with holes in your zapatos
You'd celebrate the minute you was dough
I'm like "Fuck critics" you can kiss my whole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast
Got beef with radio if I play they show
They play my hits, well, I don't give a shit, so
Rap mags try and use my ass
So advertisers can 'em more cash for ads, fuckers
I know what you take me as
Or the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from to riches, niggas I ain't dumb
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch 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 ain't one, hit me

Year's '94 and my is raw
In my rear view mirror is the 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 chase with Jake
I got a few dollars I could fight the case
So I, over to the side of the road
I heard "Son, do you know why I'm 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 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 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 look around the car a bit?"
Well my glove is locked, so is the trunk and the back
And I know my rights so you goin' 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
that you won't illegally search my shit
"Well we'll see how smart you are the K-9 come"
I got ninety problems but 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 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 ninety nine problems but a ain't one, hit me

Now once upon a time not too ago
A like myself had to strong arm a ho
This is not a ho in the of having a pussy
But a pussy having no goddamn sense try and me
I to ignore 'em, talk to the Lord
Pray for 'em, some fools just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a
But wouldn't bust a in a fruit fight
The only thing that's goin' happen is I'ma get to and
He and his goin' be yapping to the captain
And there I go in the Kit Kat again
Back through the system with the riff again
on the floor scratching again
Paparazzi's with cameras, snapping them
D.A. tried to give a shaft again
Half a mil for bail I'm African
All this fool was harassing them
Trying to the boy like he's saccharine
But ain't nothing 'bout how I hold my gun
I got ninety problems being 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

Ninety nine 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 and a bitch ain't one

You're for this one, Rick, it's your boy