Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems (Remix)

If you're having girl problems I 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 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 up with holes in your zapatos
You'd celebrate the minute you was dough
I'm like "Fuck critics" you can kiss my asshole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast
Got beef radio if I don't play they show
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 that has
I'm from rags to riches, I ain't dumb
I got ninety problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Ninety nine problems but a 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

'94 and my trunk is raw
In my rear mirror is the motherfucking law
I got two y'all, pull over 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 heard "Son, do you why I'm stopping 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 arrest or I guess some mo?
"Well you was doing 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 stepping out of shit, all my legit
"Well do you mind if I look 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 warrant for
"Aren't you sharp as a tack? You type of lawyer or something?
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I ain't the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally my shit
"Well we'll see how you are when the K-9 come"
I got ninety 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 bitch one, hit me

Ninety 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

Now once upon a time not too ago
A nigga like myself had to arm a ho
This is not a ho in the sense of having a
But a pussy having no sense try and push me
I tried to ignore 'em, to the Lord
Pray for 'em, some fools just love to perform
You the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a in a fruit fight
The only that's goin' 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
through the system with the riff raff again
Fiends on the floor scratching
Paparazzi's they cameras, snapping them
D.A. tried to give a nigga shaft
Half a mil for bail I'm African
All because this fool was harassing
Trying to play the boy like saccharine
But ain't nothing 'bout how I hold my gun
I got nine problems being a bitch ain't one, hit me

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

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

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