Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

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

I got the rap on the gat patrol
Foes that want ta make sure my casket's
Rap that 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 like "Fuck critics" you can my whole asshole
If you like my lyrics, you can press fast forward?
Got beef with radio if I don't they show
They play 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 don't know you take me as
Or understand the intelligence Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to riches, I ain't dumb
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 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Year's '94 and my is raw
In my rear view 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 chase with Jake
I got a few dollars I could fight the case
So I, pull to the side of the road
I heard "Son, do you know why I'm you for?"
I'm young and I'm black 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 some 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' need a for that
"Aren't you as a tack? You some type of lawyer or something?
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I ain't passed the bar, but I know a bit
Enough that you won't illegally my shit
"Well see how smart you are when the K-9 come"
I got ninety problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

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Now once 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 sense try and push me
I tried to ignore 'em, talk to the
Pray for 'em, cause fools just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a
But wouldn't a grape in a fruit fight
The only thing that's goin' 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 the system with the riff raff again
Fiends on the floor again
Paparazzi's with they cameras, them
D.A. to give a nigga shaft again
a mil for bail cause I'm African
All because this fool was harassing
Trying to the boy like he's saccharine
But ain't nothing sweet 'bout how I my gun
I got ninety problems being a bitch ain't one, hit me

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

crazy for this one, Rick, it's your boy