Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems (Remix)

If you're having girl problems I bad for you son
I got nine problems 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 with holes in 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 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 more for ads, fuckers
I don't know what you me as
Or understand the intelligence Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to riches, niggas I ain't
I got ninety nine problems but a ain't one, hit me

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

'94 and my trunk is raw
In my rear view is the motherfucking law
I got two choices y'all, pull the car or, hmm,
Bounce on the devil, put the pedal to the
Now I ain't trying to see no highway chase with
Plus I got a few dollars I could fight the
So I, pull to the side of the road
I heard "Son, do you why I'm stopping you for?"
Cause I'm young and I'm and my hat's real low
Or do I look like a mind reader, sir? I don't
Am I under 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 stepping out of shit, all my papers legit
"Well do you mind if I look around the car a bit?"
Well my compartment is locked, so is the trunk and the back
And I know my rights so you need a warrant for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack? You some type of lawyer or
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I ain't passed the bar, but I know a bit
Enough that you won't illegally my shit
"Well we'll see how smart you are the K-9 come"
I got nine problems 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

Ninety nine but a bitch 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

Now once upon a time not too ago
A nigga like 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 tried to ignore 'em, talk to the
Pray for 'em, cause some fools love to perform
You know the type, loud as a
But bust a grape in a fruit fight
The only thing that's goin' happen is I'ma get to and
He and his boys goin' be yapping to the
And there I go trapped in the Kit Kat
Back through the with the riff raff again
Fiends on the scratching again
Paparazzi's with they cameras, snapping
D.A. tried to give a nigga shaft
Half a mil for bail I'm African
All because this was harassing them
Trying to play the boy he's saccharine
But ain't nothing 'bout how I hold my gun
I got ninety nine problems 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 nine problems but a 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

girl 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