Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

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

I got the rap patrol on the gat
Foes that want ta make sure my closed
Rap critics say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm the hood, stupid?what type of facts are those?
If you grew up holes in your zapatos
celebrate the minute you was having dough
I'm "Fuck critics" you can kiss my whole asshole
If you like my lyrics, you can press fast forward?
Got beef with radio if I play they show
They don't my hits, well, I don't give a shit, so
Rap try and use my black ass
So advertisers can 'em more cash for ads, fuckers
I don't know you take me as
Or understand the intelligence Jay-Z has
I'm from to riches, niggas I ain't dumb
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch one, hit me

Ninety nine problems but a bitch one
If you having girl 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 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?"
Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's 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 fifty-five in the fifty-four", uh huh
"License and registration and out of the car
"Are you carrying a weapon on you, I a lot of you are"
I ain't stepping out of shit, all my papers
"Well do you mind if I look around the car a bit?"
Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the and the back
And I know my rights so you goin' need a warrant for
"Aren't you sharp as a You some type of lawyer 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 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

x2]

Now upon a time not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to arm a ho
This is not a ho in the of having a pussy
But a pussy having no goddamn sense try and me
I tried to 'em, talk to the Lord
Pray for 'em, cause some fools love to perform
You the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't a grape in a fruit fight
The only thing goin' happen is I'ma get to clapping and
He and his boys be yapping to the captain
And there I go trapped in the Kit Kat
Back through the system with the riff again
on the floor scratching again
Paparazzi's with they cameras, snapping
D.A. tried to give a shaft again
Half a mil for cause I'm African
All this fool was harassing them
to play the boy like he's saccharine
But ain't sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got ninety problems being a bitch ain't one, hit me

x2]

Having problems 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