Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems (Remix)

If you're having 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 want ta make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm the hood, stupid?what type of facts are those?
If you grew up with holes in zapatos
You'd celebrate the minute you was dough
I'm like "Fuck critics" you can kiss my whole
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 give a shit, so
Rap try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads,
I don't know what you me as
Or the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm rags to riches, niggas I ain't dumb
I got nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

nine problems but a bitch ain't one
If you girl problems I feel 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 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
I got a few dollars I could fight the case
So I, over to the side of the road
I "Son, do you know why I'm stopping you for?"
I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low
Or do I look like a mind reader, sir? I know
Am I arrest or should I guess some 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?"
my glove 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 some type of lawyer or
"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 ninety nine 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 problems but a ain't one, hit me

Ninety nine problems but a bitch 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 myself had to 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 ignore 'em, talk to the
Pray for 'em, cause some fools love to perform
You the type, loud as a motorbike
But bust a grape in a fruit fight
The only thing that's happen is I'ma get to clapping and
He and his boys goin' be yapping to the
And there I go in the Kit Kat again
Back through the system the riff raff again
Fiends on the scratching again
Paparazzi's they cameras, snapping them
D.A. to give a nigga shaft again
Half a mil for bail I'm African
All because this fool was harassing
Trying to play the boy like he's
But ain't nothing 'bout how I hold my gun
I got ninety problems being a bitch ain't one, hit me

nine problems but a bitch ain't one
If you girl 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 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

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

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