Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

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

I got the rap patrol on the gat
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 up with holes in your zapatos
You'd celebrate the minute you was dough
I'm like "Fuck critics" you can kiss my whole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can fast forward?
Got with radio if I don't play they show
don't play my hits, well, I don't give a shit, so
Rap try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads,
I don't know what you me as
Or understand the intelligence that has
I'm rags to riches, niggas I ain't dumb
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch one, hit me

Ninety problems 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

'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 to the floor
Now I ain't trying to see no highway with Jake
I got a few dollars I could fight the case
So I, over 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 real low
Or do I look like a mind reader, sir? I 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 out of shit, all my papers legit
"Well do you mind if I around the car a little bit?"
Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the and the back
And I my rights so you goin' need 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 you won't illegally search my shit
"Well see how smart you are when the K-9 come"
I got ninety problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

x2]

Now once upon a not too long ago
A like myself had to strong arm a ho
This is not a ho in the sense of having a
But a pussy having no sense try and push me
I tried to 'em, talk to the Lord
Pray for 'em, cause some fools just to perform
You know the type, loud as a
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fight
The only thing that's goin' is I'ma get to clapping and
He and his goin' 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 scratching again
with they cameras, snapping them
D.A. tried to give a nigga shaft
Half a mil for cause I'm African
All this fool was harassing them
Trying to play the boy like saccharine
But ain't nothing 'bout how I hold my gun
I got ninety problems being a bitch ain't one, hit me

x2]

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

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