Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

If you're girl problems I feel 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 closed
Rap critics say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood, stupid?what of facts are those?
If you up with holes in your zapatos
You'd celebrate the you was having dough
I'm like "Fuck critics" you can kiss my asshole
If you don't my lyrics, you can press fast forward?
Got beef with radio if I don't play 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 what you take me as
Or understand the that 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 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

'94 and my trunk is raw
In my rear view 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, 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 and my hat's real low
Or do I look like a mind reader, 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 and step out of the car
"Are you a weapon on you, I know a lot of you are"
I ain't out of shit, all my papers legit
"Well do you mind if I around the car a little bit?"
my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk and the back
And I know my so you goin' 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 illegally search my shit
"Well we'll see how you are when the K-9 come"
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch one, hit me

x2]

Now once upon a time not too ago
A nigga like myself had to arm a ho
is not a ho in the sense 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, loud as a
But wouldn't bust a in a fruit fight
The only thing that's happen is I'ma get to clapping and
He and his boys goin' be to the captain
And there I go trapped in the Kit Kat
Back through the system with the raff again
Fiends on the floor again
Paparazzi's with they cameras, them
D.A. tried to give a nigga again
Half a mil for bail I'm African
All this fool was harassing them
Trying to play the boy he's saccharine
But ain't nothing sweet 'bout how I my gun
I got ninety nine problems being a ain't one, hit me

x2]

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

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