Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

If you're having girl problems I bad for you son
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch one

I got the rap patrol on the gat
Foes want ta make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's "Money Hoes"
I'm from the hood, stupid?what of facts are those?
If you grew up with holes in zapatos
You'd celebrate the 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 show
don't play my hits, well, I don't give a shit, so
Rap try and use my black ass
So advertisers can 'em more cash for ads, fuckers
I don't know what you me as
Or understand the intelligence that has
I'm from rags to riches, niggas I dumb
I got ninety nine problems but a ain't one, hit me

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

Year's '94 and my is raw
In my rear view 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 trying to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars I could the case
So I, pull over to the side of the
I "Son, do you know 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, I don't know
Am I arrest or should I guess some mo?
"Well you was doing in the fifty-four", uh huh
"License and registration and 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 look the car a little bit?"
Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk and the
And I know my rights so you goin' need a for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack? You type of lawyer or something?
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I ain't 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 but a bitch ain't one, hit me

x2]

Now once upon a not too long ago
A nigga like 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, talk to the
for 'em, cause some fools just love to perform
You know the type, as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fight
The only thing that's goin' happen is get to clapping and
He and his boys goin' be to the captain
And there I go trapped in the Kit Kat
Back through the system with the raff again
on the floor scratching again
Paparazzi's with cameras, snapping them
D.A. tried to give a nigga shaft
a mil for bail cause I'm African
All because this fool was harassing
Trying to the boy like he's saccharine
But nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got ninety nine problems being a bitch 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