Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems (Remix)

If you're having 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 want ta make sure my casket's closed
Rap that say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood, stupid?what of facts are those?
If you grew up with in your zapatos
You'd the minute you was having dough
I'm like "Fuck critics" you can kiss my asshole
If you like my lyrics, you can press 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 mags try and use my ass
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads,
I don't what you take me as
Or understand the that Jay-Z 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 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

Year's '94 and my is raw
In my view mirror 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 trying to see no highway chase with
Plus I got a few dollars I fight the case
So I, pull over to the of the road
I "Son, do you know why I'm stopping you for?"
Cause I'm and I'm black and my hat's real low
Or do I look a mind reader, sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I 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 on you, I know a lot of you are"
I ain't out of shit, all my papers legit
"Well do you mind if I look around the car a bit?"
my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk and the back
And I know my so you goin' need a warrant for that
"Aren't you sharp as a 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 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 problems but a ain't one
If you having girl problems I bad for you son
I got ninety problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Now upon a time not too long ago
A nigga myself had to strong arm a ho
This is not a ho in the of having a pussy
But a having no goddamn sense try and push me
I tried to ignore 'em, to the Lord
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 goin' happen is 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 riff again
on the floor scratching again
Paparazzi's with they cameras, them
D.A. tried to give a nigga again
Half a mil for bail I'm African
All this fool was harassing them
Trying to play the boy he's saccharine
But ain't nothing sweet 'bout how I my gun
I got ninety nine problems a bitch ain't one, hit me

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

Ninety nine problems but a 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

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

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