Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

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 critics that say "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood, stupid?what type of are those?
If you up with holes in your zapatos
You'd celebrate the you was having 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 give 'em cash for ads, fuckers
I don't know you take me as
Or the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm rags to riches, niggas I ain't dumb
I got nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Ninety nine problems but a bitch one
If you having girl 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 view mirror is the motherfucking law
I got two choices y'all, over the car or, hmm,
on the devil, put the pedal to the floor
Now I ain't trying to see no highway with Jake
Plus I got a few I could fight the case
So I, pull over to the of the road
I heard "Son, do you why I'm stopping you for?"
Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's low
Or do I like a mind reader, sir? I don't know
Am I arrest or should 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 on you, I know a lot of you are"
I ain't stepping out of shit, all my papers
"Well do you if I look around the car a little bit?"
Well my compartment is locked, so is the trunk and the back
And I know my rights so you goin' need a warrant for
"Aren't you sharp as a tack? You some type of lawyer or
"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 you are when the K-9 come"
I got ninety nine but a bitch ain't one, hit me

x2]

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 a pussy
But a pussy having no goddamn sense try and me
I tried to ignore 'em, talk to the
for 'em, cause some fools just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit
The thing that's goin' happen is I'ma get to clapping and
He and his boys goin' be to the captain
And there I go in the Kit Kat again
Back through the with the riff raff again
Fiends on the floor scratching
with they cameras, snapping them
D.A. tried to give a nigga shaft
Half a mil for cause I'm African
All because this fool was harassing
Trying to play the boy he's saccharine
But nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got ninety problems being a bitch ain't one, hit me

x2]

Having girl I feel bad for you son
I got ninety nine problems and a bitch one

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