Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems (Remix)

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

I got the rap patrol on the gat
Foes that ta make sure my casket's closed
Rap that say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood, stupid?what type of are those?
If you grew up holes in your zapatos
You'd the minute you was having dough
I'm like "Fuck critics" you can kiss my whole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can fast forward?
Got with radio if I don't play they show
They don't play my hits, well, I give a shit, so
Rap mags try and use my ass
So can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers
I don't know you take me as
Or understand the intelligence Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to riches, niggas I dumb
I got ninety nine 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 ninety 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 trying to see no highway chase with Jake
I got a few dollars I could fight 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 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 I guess some mo?
"Well you was doing in the fifty-four", uh huh
"License and and step out of the car
"Are you carrying a weapon on you, I 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 is locked, so is the trunk and the back
And I know my so you goin' need a warrant for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack? You some of lawyer or something?
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I ain't passed the bar, but I know a bit
that you won't illegally search my shit
"Well see how smart you are when the K-9 come"
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 bitch one, hit me

Ninety problems but a bitch 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 time not too ago
A nigga myself had to strong arm a ho
is not a ho in the sense 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, as a motorbike
But wouldn't a grape in a fruit fight
The only thing that's happen is I'ma get to clapping and
He and his goin' be yapping to the captain
And I go trapped in the Kit Kat again
Back through the system with the riff raff
Fiends on the floor scratching
Paparazzi's with they cameras, snapping
D.A. to give a nigga shaft again
Half a mil for bail cause I'm
All because this fool was them
Trying to the boy like he's saccharine
But ain't nothing sweet 'bout how I my gun
I got ninety nine being 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 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

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

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