Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems (Remix)

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

I got the rap on the gat patrol
Foes that want ta make sure my closed
Rap critics that say he's "Money Hoes"
I'm from the hood, stupid?what type of are those?
If you up with holes in your zapatos
You'd celebrate the minute you was dough
I'm "Fuck critics" you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press forward?
Got beef radio if I don't play they show
They don't play my hits, well, I don't a shit, so
Rap mags try and use my ass
So can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers
I don't know what you me as
Or understand the that Jay-Z has
I'm from to riches, niggas I ain't dumb
I got nine 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 ninety nine problems but a ain't one, hit me

'94 and my trunk is raw
In my view mirror is the motherfucking law
I got two y'all, pull over the car or, hmm,
on the devil, put the pedal to the floor
Now I ain't to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars I could fight the
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 a mind reader, sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess mo?
"Well you was fifty-five 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 if I look around the car a little bit?"
Well my glove 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 some type of lawyer or
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I ain't passed the bar, but I a little bit
Enough you won't illegally search my shit
"Well see how smart you are when the K-9 come"
I got ninety nine but a bitch ain't one, hit me

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

Now upon a time not too long ago
A nigga like had to strong arm a ho
This is not a ho in the sense of a pussy
But a pussy having no goddamn try and push me
I tried to ignore 'em, to the Lord
Pray for 'em, cause fools just love to perform
You the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit
The only thing goin' happen is I'ma get to clapping and
He and his goin' be yapping 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 with they cameras, them
D.A. tried to give a nigga shaft
Half a mil for bail I'm African
All because this was harassing them
Trying to play the boy like saccharine
But ain't sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got ninety nine problems 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 ninety nine 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 ninety nine problems but a ain't one, hit me

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

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