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 that want ta make sure my closed
Rap critics that say "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood, stupid?what type of facts are
If you grew up with in your zapatos
You'd celebrate the minute you was having
I'm like "Fuck critics" you can kiss my asshole
If you don't my lyrics, you can press fast forward?
Got beef with radio if I don't play they
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 know what you me as
Or understand the intelligence that has
I'm from rags to riches, I ain't dumb
I got nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Ninety nine problems but a bitch one
If you having problems 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 mirror is the law
I got two choices y'all, pull the car or, hmm,
Bounce on the devil, put the to the floor
Now I trying to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars I fight the case
So I, pull over to the side of the
I "Son, do you know why I'm stopping you for?"
Cause I'm young and I'm black and my real low
Or do I like a mind reader, sir? I don't know
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 weapon on you, I a lot of you are"
I ain't stepping out of shit, all my legit
"Well do you mind if I look around the car a bit?"
Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk and the
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 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

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 having girl I feel bad for you son
I got ninety nine 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 pussy having no goddamn 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 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
through the system with the riff raff again
Fiends on the floor scratching
with they cameras, snapping them
D.A. tried to give a nigga shaft
Half a mil for bail I'm African
All because this fool was them
Trying to the boy like he's saccharine
But ain't sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got nine problems being a bitch ain't one, hit me

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

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

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

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