Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems (Remix)

If you're having girl 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 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 forward?
Got beef with radio if I don't play they
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 know what you take me as
Or understand the intelligence that has
I'm from rags to riches, 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 girl problems I 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 y'all, pull over the car or, hmm,
Bounce on the devil, put the pedal to the
Now I ain't to see no highway chase with Jake
I got a few dollars I could fight the case
So I, pull over to the side of the
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 a mind reader, sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess mo?
"Well you was doing in the fifty-four", uh huh
"License and registration and out of the car
"Are you carrying a on you, I know a lot of you are"
I ain't out of shit, all my papers legit
"Well do you if I look around 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' a warrant for that
"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 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 ninety nine problems but a ain't one, hit me

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

Now once upon a not too long 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 sense try and me
I tried to 'em, talk to the Lord
Pray for 'em, cause some just love to perform
You know the type, as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fight
The only 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 with the riff again
Fiends on the floor scratching
Paparazzi's with cameras, snapping them
D.A. tried to a nigga shaft again
a mil for bail cause I'm African
All this fool was harassing them
Trying to play the boy he's saccharine
But ain't nothing 'bout how I hold my gun
I got ninety nine problems 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 but a bitch ain't one, hit me

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

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

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