Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

If you're girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch one

I got the rap on the gat patrol
Foes that want ta sure my casket's closed
Rap critics say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood, stupid?what type of are those?
If you grew up holes in your zapatos
You'd celebrate the minute you was dough
I'm like "Fuck critics" you can kiss my whole
If you don't my lyrics, you can press fast forward?
Got beef with radio if I don't they show
They don't my hits, well, I don't give a shit, so
Rap try and use my black ass
So can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers
I know what you take me as
Or understand the that 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

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

'94 and my trunk is raw
In my rear mirror is the motherfucking law
I got two choices y'all, over the car or, hmm,
on the devil, put the pedal to the floor
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 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, sir? I don't
Am I under arrest or I guess some mo?
"Well you was doing in the fifty-four", uh huh
"License and and step out of the car
"Are you carrying a on you, I know a lot of you are"
I stepping out of shit, all my papers legit
"Well do you mind if I 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' a warrant for that
"Aren't you sharp as a You some type of lawyer or something?
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I passed 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

x2]

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

x2]

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

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