Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems (Remix)

If you're having 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 he's "Money Hoes"
I'm from the hood, type of facts are those?
If you grew up holes in your zapatos
You'd celebrate the minute you was having
I'm "Fuck critics" you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't my lyrics, you can press fast forward?
Got beef with radio if I don't they show
don't play my hits, well, I don't give a shit, so
Rap mags try and use my ass
So can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers
I know what you take me as
Or understand the intelligence that has
I'm from rags to riches, niggas I dumb
I got nine 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

'94 and my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the law
I got two y'all, pull over the car or, hmm,
on the devil, put the pedal 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, 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 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 legit
"Well do you if I look around the car a little bit?"
Well my compartment is locked, so is the trunk and the back
And I know my rights so you goin' need a warrant for
"Aren't you sharp as a tack? You some type of lawyer or
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I ain't passed the bar, but I know a bit
Enough that you illegally search my shit
"Well we'll see how you are when the K-9 come"
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch one, hit me

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

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

Now upon a time not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to arm a ho
is not a ho in the sense of having a pussy
But a pussy having no goddamn sense try and me
I to ignore 'em, talk to the Lord
Pray for 'em, cause some fools just to perform
You the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't a grape in a fruit fight
The only thing goin' happen is I'ma get to clapping and
He and his boys be yapping to the captain
And there I go trapped in the Kit Kat
Back through the system with the riff raff
Fiends on the floor again
Paparazzi's with they cameras, snapping
D.A. to give a nigga shaft again
Half a mil for bail I'm African
All because this fool was them
to play the boy like he's saccharine
But ain't nothing 'bout how I hold my gun
I got ninety nine being a bitch 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 nine problems but a ain't one, hit me

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

Having girl 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