Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems (Remix)

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

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

Ninety nine problems but a bitch one
If you having girl problems I bad for you son
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch one, hit me

'94 and my trunk 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 chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars I could the case
So I, pull to the side of the road
I heard "Son, do you know why I'm you for?"
Cause I'm young and I'm and my hat's real low
Or do I look like a mind reader, sir? I know
Am I arrest 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 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 is locked, so is the trunk and the back
And I know my rights so you goin' need a for that
"Aren't you as a tack? You some 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 we'll see how you are when the K-9 come"
I got ninety nine problems but a 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 nine problems 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 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
is not a ho in the sense of having a pussy
But a having no goddamn sense try and push me
I tried to ignore 'em, talk to the
Pray for 'em, cause fools just love to perform
You the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fight
The only thing that's goin' 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
through the system with the riff raff again
Fiends on the scratching again
Paparazzi's with they cameras, them
D.A. tried to give a shaft again
Half a mil for bail 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 nine problems being a bitch 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 problems but a ain't one
If you having girl problems I 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 ninety nine and a bitch ain't one

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