Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

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 ta make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's "Money Hoes"
I'm from the hood, stupid?what type of facts are
If you grew up holes in your zapatos
You'd celebrate the minute you was having
I'm like "Fuck critics" you can kiss my whole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press forward?
Got beef with radio if I don't they show
They don't play my hits, well, I don't a shit, so
Rap mags try and use my ass
So advertisers can give 'em more for ads, fuckers
I don't know you take me as
Or the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from to riches, niggas 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 girl problems I 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 y'all, pull over the car or, hmm,
Bounce on the devil, put the to the floor
Now I ain't to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars I could the case
So I, pull over to the of the road
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 a mind reader, sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess mo?
"Well you was fifty-five in the fifty-four", uh huh
"License and and step 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 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' a warrant for that
"Aren't you as a tack? You some type of lawyer or something?
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I passed the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally my shit
"Well see how smart you are when the K-9 come"
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch one, hit me

x2]

Now once upon a not too long ago
A like myself had to strong arm a ho
is not a ho in the sense of having a pussy
But a pussy having no goddamn try and push me
I tried to ignore 'em, to the Lord
Pray for 'em, cause fools just love to perform
You the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit
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 trapped in the Kit Kat
Back the system with the riff raff again
on the floor scratching again
Paparazzi's with cameras, snapping them
D.A. tried to give a shaft again
Half a mil for cause I'm African
All because fool was harassing them
Trying to the boy like he's saccharine
But ain't nothing sweet 'bout how I my gun
I got nine problems being a bitch ain't one, hit me

x2]

Having girl I feel bad for you son
I got ninety nine problems and a bitch one

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