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
that want ta make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm the hood, stupid?what type 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 whole
If you don't my lyrics, you can press fast forward?
Got beef with radio if I don't play they
They don't play my hits, well, I don't a shit, so
Rap mags try and use my ass
So can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers
I don't what you take 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 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 choices y'all, pull the car or, hmm,
on the devil, put the pedal 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 to the side of the road
I heard "Son, do you why I'm stopping you for?"
Cause I'm young and I'm and my hat's real low
Or do I look like a mind reader, sir? I know
Am I under arrest or I guess 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 stepping out of shit, all my papers legit
"Well do you mind if I look the car a little 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 tack? You some type of or something?
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I ain't passed the bar, but I a little bit
Enough that you won't search my shit
"Well we'll see how smart you are the K-9 come"
I got nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

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Now once upon a 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 pussy having no goddamn sense try and me
I tried to ignore 'em, talk to the
Pray for 'em, some fools just love to perform
You the type, loud as a motorbike
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 boys be yapping to the captain
And there I go in the Kit Kat again
Back the system with the riff raff again
Fiends on the floor again
Paparazzi's with cameras, snapping them
D.A. tried to a nigga shaft again
Half a mil for cause 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 ninety nine problems a bitch ain't one, hit me

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

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