Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems (Remix)

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

nine problems but a bitch ain't 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 chase with
Plus I got a few I could fight the case
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 and my hat's real low
Or do I look like a mind reader, sir? I know
Am I arrest 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 rights so you goin' need a for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack? You some type of lawyer or
"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 nine problems but 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 nine problems but a bitch 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 nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Now upon a time not too long ago
A nigga myself had to strong arm a ho
is not a ho in the sense of having a pussy
But a pussy no goddamn sense try and push me
I to ignore 'em, talk to the Lord
Pray for 'em, cause some fools just love to
You know the type, as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a 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 the system with the riff raff again
Fiends on the scratching again
Paparazzi's with cameras, snapping them
D.A. tried to give a nigga shaft
Half a mil for cause I'm African
All because this fool was them
Trying to play the boy he's saccharine
But nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got nine problems being 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

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

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

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