Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

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

I got the rap on the gat patrol
that want ta make sure my casket's closed
Rap that say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm the hood, stupid?what type of facts are those?
If you grew up with holes in zapatos
You'd celebrate the you was having dough
I'm like "Fuck critics" you can kiss my asshole
If you like my lyrics, you can press fast forward?
Got beef with radio if I don't play they
They play 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 understand the intelligence Jay-Z has
I'm rags to riches, niggas I ain't dumb
I got ninety nine 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

Year's '94 and my is raw
In my rear view is the motherfucking law
I got two choices y'all, over the car or, hmm,
Bounce on the devil, put the to the floor
Now I ain't trying to see no chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars I fight the case
So I, pull over to the side of the
I heard "Son, do you know why I'm you for?"
I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real 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 fifty-five 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 the car a little bit?"
Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk and the
And I know my rights so you goin' need a 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 a little bit
that you won't illegally search my shit
"Well see how smart you are when the K-9 come"
I got ninety problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

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Now once a time not too long ago
A nigga like had to strong arm a ho
This is not a ho in the sense of having a
But a pussy having no goddamn try and push me
I to ignore 'em, talk to the Lord
Pray for 'em, cause some fools love to perform
You the type, loud as a motorbike
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 I go trapped in the Kit Kat again
Back the system with the riff raff again
Fiends on the floor scratching
Paparazzi's with they cameras, snapping
D.A. tried to give a nigga again
a mil for bail cause I'm African
All because this fool was them
Trying to play the boy 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

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

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