Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

If you're having girl problems I 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 sure my closed
Rap critics that say "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood, stupid?what type of are those?
If you grew up with holes in your
You'd celebrate the minute you was having
I'm like "Fuck critics" you can my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can fast forward?
Got beef with if I don't play they show
They play my hits, well, I don't give a shit, so
Rap mags try and use my ass
So advertisers can give 'em cash for ads, fuckers
I know what you take me as
Or understand the that Jay-Z has
I'm rags to riches, niggas I ain't dumb
I got ninety nine problems but a 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 bitch one, hit me

'94 and my trunk is raw
In my view mirror is the motherfucking law
I got two choices y'all, pull the car or, hmm,
Bounce on the devil, put the to the floor
Now I ain't trying to see no highway chase with
I got a few dollars I could fight the case
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 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 registration and 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 look the car a little bit?"
my glove compartment 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 of lawyer or something?
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I ain't passed the bar, but I know a bit
Enough that you won't search my shit
"Well we'll see how you are when the K-9 come"
I got ninety nine problems but a ain't one, hit me

x2]

Now once upon a time not too ago
A nigga myself 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 tried to 'em, talk to the Lord
Pray for 'em, some fools just love to perform
You the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a in a fruit fight
The only thing that's goin' is I'ma get to clapping and
He and his boys goin' be yapping to the
And I go trapped in the Kit Kat again
Back through the with the riff raff again
Fiends on the floor scratching
Paparazzi's with they cameras, them
D.A. tried to give a shaft again
Half a mil for bail cause I'm
All because this fool was harassing
Trying to play the boy like he's
But nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got ninety nine being a bitch ain't one, hit me

x2]

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

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