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 on the gat patrol
Foes want ta make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's "Money Hoes"
I'm from the hood, stupid?what type of are those?
If you grew up with holes in zapatos
You'd celebrate the minute you was having
I'm like "Fuck critics" you can my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can fast forward?
Got beef with if I don't play they show
don't play my hits, well, I don't give a shit, so
Rap try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads,
I don't what you take me as
Or understand the intelligence Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to riches, niggas I ain't
I got ninety nine but a bitch 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 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 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 highway chase Jake
Plus I got a few I could fight the case
So I, pull over to the side of the
I heard "Son, do you why I'm stopping you for?"
Cause I'm and I'm black and my hat's real low
Or do I look like a reader, sir? 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 ain't stepping out of shit, all my papers
"Well do you mind if I look the car a little bit?"
Well my compartment is locked, so is the trunk and the back
And I my rights so you goin' need a warrant for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack? You some type of or something?
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I passed the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough you won't illegally 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 problems 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

Ninety nine problems but a ain't one
If you girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Now once upon a time not too ago
A nigga like had to strong arm a ho
This is not a ho in the sense of a pussy
But a having no goddamn sense try and push me
I to ignore 'em, talk to the Lord
Pray for 'em, cause some fools just to perform
You know the type, as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fight
The only thing that's goin' happen is get to clapping and
He and his boys goin' be yapping to the
And there I go 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. to give a nigga shaft again
Half a mil for bail cause I'm
All because this fool was them
Trying to play the boy like he's
But ain't sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got ninety nine problems being a bitch one, hit me

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

Ninety nine problems but a 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

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

You're crazy for this one, Rick, your boy