Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

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

I got the rap patrol on the gat
that want ta make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's "Money Hoes"
I'm from the hood, stupid?what type of are those?
If you grew up with holes in your
celebrate the minute you was having dough
I'm like "Fuck critics" you can kiss my whole
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 give 'em cash for ads, fuckers
I know what you take me as
Or understand the that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to riches, niggas I dumb
I got ninety problems 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 ninety nine but a bitch ain't one, hit me

'94 and my trunk is raw
In my view mirror is the motherfucking law
I got two choices y'all, over the car or, hmm,
Bounce on the devil, put the pedal to the
Now I trying to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars I could fight the
So I, pull to the side of the road
I heard "Son, do you why I'm stopping you for?"
Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's low
Or do I look like a reader, sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess mo?
"Well you was doing in the fifty-four", uh huh
"License and and step out of the car
"Are you a weapon on you, I know a lot of you are"
I stepping out of shit, all my papers legit
"Well do you if I look around the car a little bit?"
Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the and the back
And I know my rights so you need a warrant for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack? You some type of or something?
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I passed the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my
"Well see how smart you are when the K-9 come"
I got nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

x2]

Now upon a time not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to arm a ho
This is not a ho in the sense of having a
But a pussy having no goddamn sense try and me
I tried to ignore 'em, talk to the
Pray for 'em, cause some fools just love to
You know the type, as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit
The only thing goin' happen is I'ma get to clapping and
He and his boys be yapping to the captain
And I go trapped in the Kit Kat again
Back through the system with the raff again
Fiends on the floor scratching
Paparazzi's with cameras, snapping them
D.A. tried to give a nigga shaft
Half a mil for bail I'm African
All because this fool was harassing
to play the boy like he's saccharine
But ain't sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got ninety nine problems being a ain't one, hit me

x2]

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