Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

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

I got the rap on the gat patrol
Foes that want ta make sure my closed
Rap critics that say he's "Money Hoes"
I'm from the hood, stupid?what type of facts are
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 like my lyrics, you can press fast
Got beef with radio if I don't they show
They don't my hits, well, I don't give 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 the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to riches, niggas I ain't
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch one, hit me

Ninety nine problems but a 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

Year's '94 and my 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 the case
So I, over to the side of the road
I "Son, do you know why I'm stopping 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 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 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 around the car a little bit?"
Well my glove is locked, so is the trunk and the back
And I my rights so you goin' need a warrant for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack? You some type of or something?
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I ain't passed the bar, but I know a bit
Enough that you won't search my shit
"Well we'll see how smart you are the K-9 come"
I got ninety nine problems but a ain't one, hit me

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Now once upon a time not too ago
A like myself had to strong arm a ho
is not a ho in the sense of having a pussy
But a pussy having no goddamn try and push me
I tried to ignore 'em, talk to the
Pray for 'em, cause fools just love to perform
You know the type, as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit
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
Fiends on the floor again
with they cameras, snapping them
D.A. to give a nigga shaft again
Half a mil for bail cause I'm
All because this was harassing them
Trying to the boy like he's saccharine
But ain't nothing 'bout how I hold my gun
I got ninety nine being a bitch ain't one, hit me

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

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