Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems (Remix)

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

I got the rap on the gat patrol
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 holes in zapatos
celebrate the minute you was having dough
I'm like "Fuck critics" you can my whole asshole
If you don't my lyrics, you can press fast forward?
Got beef radio if I don't play 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 'em more cash for ads, fuckers
I don't what you take me as
Or the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to riches, niggas I ain't
I got ninety problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

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

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

Ninety nine problems but a bitch one
If you having girl I feel bad for you son
I got nine 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
This is not a ho in the of having a pussy
But a having no goddamn sense try and push me
I tried to '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 in a fruit fight
The thing that's goin' happen is I'ma get to clapping and
He and his goin' be yapping to the captain
And there I go in the Kit Kat again
Back through the system the riff raff again
Fiends on the floor scratching
Paparazzi's with they cameras, snapping
D.A. tried to give a nigga shaft
Half a mil for bail I'm African
All this fool was harassing them
to play the boy like he's saccharine
But ain't nothing sweet how I hold my gun
I got nine problems being a bitch 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 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

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

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

crazy for this one, Rick, it's your boy