Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems (Remix)

If you're having girl problems I bad for you son
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch one

I got the rap on the gat patrol
that want ta make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm the hood, stupid?what type of facts are those?
If you grew up with in your zapatos
You'd celebrate the minute you was having
I'm "Fuck critics" you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't my lyrics, you can press fast forward?
Got with radio if I don't play they show
They don't play my hits, well, I don't a shit, so
Rap mags try and use my ass
So advertisers can give 'em cash for ads, fuckers
I don't know what you me as
Or understand the intelligence 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 ain't one
If you girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch one, hit me

Year's '94 and my is raw
In my rear view 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 to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars I could fight the
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, sir? I don't
Am I under arrest or should I 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 if I look around the car a little bit?"
Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the and the back
And I know my rights so you need a warrant for that
"Aren't you as a tack? You some type of lawyer or something?
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I ain't the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't 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

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

Now once a time not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to arm a ho
This is not a ho in the sense of a pussy
But a pussy no goddamn sense try and push me
I tried to ignore 'em, to the Lord
Pray for 'em, some fools just love to perform
You the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fight
The only thing goin' happen is I'ma get to clapping and
He and his boys goin' be to the captain
And I go trapped in the Kit Kat again
Back the system with the riff raff again
on the floor scratching again
Paparazzi's with they cameras, snapping
D.A. to give a nigga shaft again
Half a mil for cause I'm African
All this fool was harassing them
Trying to play the boy like he's
But nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got ninety nine problems being 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 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

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

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