Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

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

I got the rap patrol on the gat
Foes that want ta make sure my casket's
Rap critics 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
celebrate the minute you was having dough
I'm "Fuck critics" you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't my lyrics, you can press fast forward?
Got beef with radio if I don't play they
They don't play my hits, well, I don't a shit, so
Rap mags try and use my ass
So advertisers can give 'em cash for ads, fuckers
I don't what you take me as
Or understand the intelligence Jay-Z has
I'm rags to riches, niggas I ain't dumb
I got ninety nine 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 ninety nine problems but a ain't one, hit me

Year's '94 and my is raw
In my rear view mirror is the 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 Jake
Plus I got a few dollars I 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 black and my 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 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 papers
"Well do you mind if I look the car a little bit?"
Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the 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 or something?
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I ain't passed the bar, but I a little bit
Enough you won't illegally search my shit
"Well we'll see how smart you are the K-9 come"
I got ninety nine but a bitch ain't one, hit me

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Now upon a time not too long ago
A nigga myself had to strong arm a ho
This is not a ho in the sense of a pussy
But a pussy having no goddamn sense try and me
I to ignore 'em, talk to the Lord
Pray for 'em, cause some fools just to perform
You the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit
The only thing that's goin' happen is get to clapping and
He and his boys be yapping to the captain
And there I go in the Kit Kat again
Back through the system with the riff raff
Fiends on the floor scratching
Paparazzi's they cameras, snapping them
D.A. to give a nigga shaft again
Half a mil for bail cause I'm
All because this fool was harassing
Trying to the boy like he's saccharine
But ain't nothing sweet how I hold my gun
I got ninety nine problems a bitch ain't one, hit me

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

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