Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems (Remix)

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 make sure my casket's
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 your
celebrate the minute you was having dough
I'm "Fuck critics" you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can 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 advertisers can give 'em cash for ads, fuckers
I don't 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

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

'94 and my trunk is raw
In my rear view is the motherfucking law
I got two choices y'all, pull the car or, hmm,
on the devil, put the pedal to the floor
Now I ain't trying to see no highway chase Jake
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 black and my real low
Or do I look like a mind reader, I don't know
Am I arrest or should 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 weapon on you, I a lot of you are"
I ain't out of shit, all my papers legit
"Well do you mind if I 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' need a for that
"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 know a bit
that you won't illegally search my shit
"Well we'll see how you are when the K-9 come"
I got nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

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

Now once upon a time not too ago
A nigga like had to strong arm a ho
This is not a ho in the sense of a pussy
But a having no goddamn sense try and push me
I to ignore 'em, talk to the Lord
Pray for 'em, cause some fools just love to
You the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a in a fruit fight
The only that's 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
Back through the system with the raff again
on the floor scratching again
Paparazzi's with they cameras, snapping
D.A. tried to give a nigga shaft
Half a mil for bail cause I'm
All because this was harassing them
Trying to the boy like he's saccharine
But ain't nothing sweet how I hold my gun
I got ninety nine being a bitch 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 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 ninety nine but a bitch ain't one, hit me

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

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