Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

If you're having girl problems I bad for you son
I got ninety nine but a bitch ain't one

I got the rap patrol on the gat
Foes that want ta make sure my casket's
Rap critics that say "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood, stupid?what of facts are those?
If you grew up with in your zapatos
You'd the minute you was having dough
I'm like "Fuck critics" you can kiss my asshole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast
Got beef with radio if I don't play 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 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 bitch one, hit me

Year's '94 and my is raw
In my view mirror is the motherfucking law
I got two y'all, pull 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, over to the side of the road
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 reader, sir? I don't know
Am I arrest 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 out of shit, all my papers legit
"Well do you mind if I look around the car a bit?"
my glove 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 as a tack? You some type of lawyer or something?
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I passed the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough that you illegally search my shit
"Well we'll see how smart you are the K-9 come"
I got ninety problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

x2]

Now once upon a time not too ago
A like myself had to strong arm a ho
This is not a ho in the of having 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 fruit
The only thing that's goin' happen is 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 with the riff raff again
Fiends on the scratching again
Paparazzi's with they cameras, snapping
D.A. tried to a nigga shaft again
Half a mil for bail I'm African
All because this fool was them
Trying to play the boy like saccharine
But ain't nothing sweet how I hold my gun
I got ninety problems being a bitch ain't one, hit me

x2]

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

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